Stairwell Surrender: My First Raw Cheating Rush on New Year’s Eve
New Year’s Eve 1992. Brest, France. Heart pounding already from the booze and laughs. At those vague friends’ place for aperitifs. Crowded with strangers. Then I caught her eyes. Cute girl, staring hard. Wouldn’t stop. My girlfriend there, oblivious. Felt awkward. Heat rising in my chest. Restaurant next. She plops right across from us. Girlfriend…