I’m pretty sure that any expert would agree: this is one of the world’s worst ways to handle a partner’s infidelity, but honestly, I didn’t care. Over the next year, I went on six 'dates' and developed certain rules for myself, like the blocking and un-matching, so that I wasn’t tempted to keep talking to them. And only going for drinks, never dinner (too big a commitment) and never, ever sleeping with them. Each time, the thrill and anticipation felt amazing. I’d get butterflies in my stomach the days before. I would tell my boyfriend that I was out with friends, or with the new colleagues I had - always people he didn’t know so that he’d be less likely to work out that I was lying.