There was instant, palpable chemistry when I started talking with Hákon, an Icelandic painter who was helping me plan my first solo trip to his country. Being millennials, we had of course met on Reddit where I asked whether my sheep-herding and aurora-viewing itinerary made any sense. He came to my rescue and complimented the impulsive Doctor Who tattoo I've since had covered up and will never speak of again. It didn't take long before we went from DMing on Reddit to texting all day to Skyping every evening, getting fully swept up in the out-of-this-world sexual chemistry and emotional connection between us. But there was just one hiccup: I was nine years into a relationship with Michael, the man I wanted to marry.
It's at this kind of crossroads where many find out who they really are: some cannot resist giving in to temptation, while others run fast and far to avoid indiscretion.
For me, it was a simple matter of telling my now-husband that a handsome, 6'7" Icelandic guy had caught my attention in a serious way and that I intended to see where it went. In fact, as I would end up telling Michael, I thought the two of them would get along.
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