I've always had a problem keeping my dick in my pants and for some reason, the more important each girl seemed in my life, the more likely I was going to be to cheat on her. After making a conscious effort to slow down and generally be more truthful (faithful), I found myself moving across the country to start a new life with the best girl of them all. What happened afterward had the potential to ruin everything I had worked on (again) and this time I wasn't prepared for that to happen...so I've simply managed to keep it a secret to this day. I know what you're thinking, what an asshole, what a prick to keep cheating on the women in his life but until you understand the compulsion I feel on my side compounded by a beautiful girl offering herself to me, I don't expect anyone to see my side of things, just to enjoy my retelling of it.
While I had indeed moved across the country to be with the person I loved, I was never able to forget the people I left behind and when one of them came for a surprise visit, my first impulse was to welcome her with my girlfriend in tow. My second impulse wasn't quite as honorable and as it turned out, I took the more exciting road by answering my celphone, thinking quickly, and telling her to book a room in the Marriott next to the airport she had just flown in from. She had come in for some other reason but hadn't decided where to stay yet and when I told her what I had in mind, she must have recognized the excitement in my voice because she didn't even ask how I was going to get there or what I was going to tell my girlfriend.