Am I fucking a married woman? Serious question.
She (48F) reached out to me (60M) in response to a "missed connections" posting and told me she's not the gal I was hunting for, but I'm a thirsty bastard and she didn't feel like a scammer, so we started chatting. Over a period of several weeks, I learn she's recently separated from her husband after over 20 years in a sexless and loveless marriage, but she's not looking because she thinks she's not dating material because she's ugly, fat, boring and doesn't want to get her hopes up. Her divorced friends who are dating have convinced her that men are horrible, and she's fine living alone for the rest of her life.
We finally met for coffee because she seemed interesting and we had developed the beginnings of a friendship while chatting. From how she describes herself, I expected a female quasimodo, but she's astonishingly pretty and genuinely fun to be with. After several weeks of meeting up and spending time together, I make a move on her and she responds in kind. My god she is ravenous and hungry and I love it.
I'm getting very attached to her, but I'm beginning to notice some red flags: please no photos on my socials because she's a very private person. I can't go to her house because she's not ready for her adult child to know she's dating. She doesn't want to be seen together in public if we're too near her home or place of work. She comes to my place early in the morning before work, after work, and on the weekends, but never any overnights. She parks her car several blocks away when visiting. I've met a couple of her friends but they're supposedly very religious and uptight so absolutely no PDA when they're around.
Writing this down, I think I already know the answer. Damn, I'm a cliche, aren't I?