This is a fictional story. But uses real philosophical insights and real Newport (Wales) landmarks.
THE STORY SO FAR
I am Julie, a Newport born Welsh lady, 24, but married to an Englishman. Steve is 26. We have been, married for nearly 3 years. I am a student studying Philosophy at Newport University, South Wales.
But I am also attracted to the University rugby captain James, and he to me. It is 50 - 50 whether I sleep with him before my Uni course ends.
I think it may be helpful to understand my "should I or shouldn't I commit adultery" dilemma if I showed how good my husband has been to me. Its a sort of flashback that they had in the film Casablanca, though there is no piano player to sing "As time goes by".
But it does contain my take on a song from "My Fair Lady".
HOW I MET STEVE
Steve lived in the outskirts of London. The firm he works for wanted someone to become the newly created post of Wales Area Manager. The company wanted to expand its operations in Wales. They wanted someone from HQ to oversee the expansion plan.
Many at HQ thought going to Wales was a step backwards. They didn't want to move from the comfortable lifestyle to be by themselves in a strange country. Worse, from the HQ point of view is that the Welsh HQ wouldn't be in Cardiff or Bristol but in lowly Newport.
POSSIBLE BIAS ALERT
My home town is an undiscovered gem, and being between Bristol and Cardiff doesn't help our reputation.
BACK TO STEVE
Steve wasn't deterred by the prevailing HQ opinion. He saw this as a chance to grow the firm and then go back to HQ and perhaps become a Director. He thought of this as a challenge that would take 2 or 3 years. But that changed when he met me.
Now he is happy to be the Welsh Area Manager and live with me in Newport permanently.
BURNT BRIDGES
He sold his flat and we used the equity to buy a nice house. We were cash buyers. That made us very attractive to people selling property.
He has burned his bridges since it is unlikely he could afford to buy the same flat.
Property prices rise in London at crazy rates. An average property in London is over £700K. The flat he sold would probably sell for £550K. He sold it £350K and paid off the mortgage.
That gave him £200K profit. To show how ridiculous house price inflation is, Steve earned more by owning a flat than he earned from his job in the same period.
The firm gave him a generous relocation package to pay for removals, solicitors and estate agents fees for selling his London flat and buying a house in Newport.
Steve even got my parents to come with us to house viewings. He reasoned that they would be more critical than either of us. And we all wanted the perfect house.
ROMANTIC
He wanted to call the house "Tye Tywysoges Cymru" (The Welsh Princess's house). But my father and I persuaded him that this was over the top.
But it was charming to think that he wanted the world to know what he thought of me. Or at least the portion of the world that passed by our house.
We have improved our 3 bed terraced house. But it would probably be worth only £210K.
PROOF OF COMMITMENT
That showed his firm was pleased with the expansion plan and committed to continuing with it. It also showed how committed Steve was (and still is) to being with me. The expansion is working well.
Steve still goes back to London for meetings. I occasionally go with him. London is so large and overwhelming.
HOW WE MET
Steve was staying in the Newport Weatherspoons Hotel (a nationally known UK "cheap and cheerful hotel and sports pub" group hotel). It has the largest bar and TV screen in Newport. It attracts a lot of people for the rugby internationals and for major football matches.
Steve got a set rate for expenses of £75 a night. He could actually make money if he stayed at that hotel.
I (like a lot of single girls) went to the sports bar, hoping to meet a man to go out with. Men went there for the cheap beer, the live sport and to meet the girls who might want to be their companion. The sports bar was (and still is) known as "the meat market".
I had noticed Steve a few times but thought nothing much about it. Newport has some business men that stay here. He was another just another one. But he stayed longer than the others.
ENGLAND RUGBY
But what got him noticed was when he appeared in the pub wearing an England rugby top to watch the England v Wales international rugby match. It was a World Cup Warm Up match which took place on 11 August 2019. England beat us 33--19. He wore the same shirt for the return match (which we won). He was the only one wearing the White top. The rest of us were wearing the red top that Wales wear.
His "chat up line" was unique.
THE CHAT UP LINE
He said "I have noticed you a few times. You don't have a wedding ring on your pretty little hand. If you don't have a boyfriend then the Welsh men are mad not to queue up to have a date with you. If you are free I would like to take you out for a fancy meal with wine. I will pick you up in a taxi and for pay for a taxi to take you back home. I am on expenses so I have lots of cash but no one to enjoy my time with. And certainly no one as attractive as you. Where would you like to eat?"
I was flabbergasted. I couldn't think of where I could reasonably say. I said the first name that came into my (now smaller than usual) brain which was "Las Iguanas".
Steve never batted an eyelid. He said "What time do you want me to pick you up? and what time do you want to eat? I will make sure that we have the best available table."
I said "Taxi at 7 30 to eat at 8" and I gave him my address and telephone number.
He said "Good I will phone you to confirm that we have a reservation. I take it smart casual clothing is the order of the day."
OUR FIRST DATE
I nodded and went home. I told my parents "I have a date and I will be home late. I will phone you at 10 to confirm what time I will be coming home. He will pick me up in a taxi. He will phone to confirm our reservation at Las Iguanas."
Dad said "He must be Mr. Moneybags. Las Iguanas is pretty posh."
Mum however was thrilled. When the phone rang I rushed to answer it. Steve said "I have booked a table and the taxi. Do you want me to say hello to your parents?"
I wasn't expecting that question but replied "Yes, but just a quick hello. We don't want to run up a taxi bill or lose our table."
I have never spent as long deciding what clothing to wear.
And so, our first date went swimmingly. Steve got out of the taxi and met my parents. Then we got into the taxi and had drinks and then a meal. Steve gave me his mobile phone so I could tell my parents that I was enjoying the meal and that I would be back before midnight, but that I would be a bit tipsy.
Being open and honest I would have gone back to Steve's hotel room. But Steve was a perfect gentleman. We went back to Weatherspoons for a dance and a last drink.
When it was 11 he said "I suggest that you call your parents and tell them that you will be getting a taxi home in about 30 minutes time. It will stop them worrying what is happening to their Welsh princess."
I said "Thanks for the meal and the taxis. Next time you choose where we eat."