I got chatting to a girl in a club one night.

She was sitting at the bar, smiling, so I decided to try my luck.

“Can I buy you a drink?” I asked.

She looked me up and down and raised an eyebrow.

“Haven’t you got a girlfriend?” she said. “Guys like you always have girlfriends.”

I gave her my most sincere look and sighed.

“No,” I said. “Sadly, we broke up just over a month ago.”

Her expression softened.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” she replied. “In that case, go on then. I’ll have a white wine.”

One drink turned into two, then three. We laughed, flirted, and before long we were kissing in the corner like we’d known each other for years.

Later that night, we went back to her place.

The next morning, while I was putting my clothes back on, she looked at me with a smile and said, “You know, you’re good-looking, charming, and honestly… amazing in bed.”

I grinned. “Thank you.”

She tilted her head and asked, “So why on earth did you and your girlfriend split up?”

I buttoned my shirt and said,

“My wife found out.”