Women having affairs never make you use a condom. I met "Carol" in a coffeeshop, where she was reading uncommonly cerebral things for a hot chick. I think I have a pavlovian response to coffeeshops, because I've done well in them with picking up chicks. And if I don't, there's still the sublime reward of coffee or tea. I've never been a mass cold-approach daygamer, although I admire them. Friendly chitchat about her work morphed to a tenuous connection between my girlfriend and similar work. We traded numbers. The four of us had dinner a bunch of times. Normal dinners. Like friends. Except it's noticed that I like to be friends with the prettier girls... it's true, but I deny it. Coincidence.