Please allow me to get the bad part over with.
I won't mention any names, but out of the blue, he owned up (by sending me an email message) and told me all about the cheating practices (complete with all the two-some, three-some, hot and horny details) he had been doing for the past year and a half. He said he wanted to move on. My thought was (and I told it to him), "Why didn't you just break up with me a year and a half ago and move on before I shelled out so much money paying for college tuition, doing vacation in Boracay, and buying a color TV for the family?"
In my mind I acknowledged that I had accepted the risk from day one. So, I accepted the situation and moved on accordingly.
I was delightfully surprised that it didn't take long before I had another date. I'd had barely enough time to get word out that I was open for it. He found me and after some long conversations we decided to go for it. We both knew that, after a few months, he would be moving on to Europe to continue his university education. We agreed to just make the most of it and enjoy it all. He was a sweetheart. He helped me move into my new apartment. He mopped the floor. He helped me shop for stuff I needed. He bought me some laundry detergent. He paid for train fare. He was a jewel and I was (and am still) glad to have had him in my life.
Together, for several hours by train, we rode to a place called Jeongdongjin, located along the coast north of Pohang. It was off-season, so the place was not crowded.
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