Avil : Cure for Infidelity

I can not help but remember the episode from Desperate Housewives where one of the housewives, Bree Van-De-Camp, a doting and faithful wife whose husband was killed after George, his chemist adulterated his medication with pills that contained high levels of Potassium so he could die a "Natural death" as George had developed feelings for Bree and could not have her with her husband in the picture. She was not party to it but got blamed for intoxicating her husband later.
However, after the death scene and the 'life moves on'/'I think I really like you, Bree' scenes, one fine evening, Bree invites George over for Dinner and without further ado, George starts to kiss Bree, gets really wild and worked up, soon to find out Bree developing hives everywhere he's touched her(Eeeeeowwww!).

Last night, I met someone. And my girl still doesn't know about this. Maybe she will, after she reads this. I thought if she could think of straying(Even though she's not my Girlfriend yet, officially), so could I. It was my first time since I met her.
At 12 am, I meet Ms. X and we go to her apartment. "Without further ado", we undress......... and well, I really don't want moderators flagging my blog!
I am fighting inside of me thinking this is not right, I am not doing the right thing, I don't belong here, I want to go home, should be sleeping now with both my brains at rest. Robbie Williams once said, God gave men two brains, but only enough blood to run one at a time!!
Anyway, I try to ignore all my emotions of guilt/anger/regret and go for the slender plum cake served in front of me.................. soon to find my whole face red, small red welts spread all over my chest, shoulder and back. I tell her, "I don't know what I'm doing here". She turns to me and says, "Baby, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do".

She gets up thinking what she would have at this hour to cure the hives.
After thoroughly checking through her drawer, she comes back with a glass of water and a pill named Avil in her hand.
"Honey, I think you should take a shower, you'd feel better".
I get into the bathroom, my mind working faster than ever. Did Bree really feel what I was feeling? Did she try to suppress all those emotions running all over her head at that moment which led to the reaction? She loved her husband no doubt, she cared for him, even when he didn't care to return the same passion for her and slept with another neighbour who happened to give him what he wanted in bed.

I took a shower, dissatisfied with the itching still on. She tells me, "Don't worry, you didn't get it from me. I'm sure your body's reacted to some food." I know what it is.
She lays down at one end of the bed, me at another, discussing each other's relationship issues, both of us ignoring the fact that this's the last time we'd be seeing each other. The allergy subsides slowly.
She wakes me up at 9 in the morning, I get dressed and begin to leave, "You're a good guy, she must be very lucky".
"If I was that good, I wouldn't really be here hearing you say this." I felt the allergy under my Tee say hello again.

I came home, thinking whether I should really call her and tell her what happened. That nothing really happened!! But as Carrie Bradshaw once opined, everything before 'I love you' just doesn't count.