The Veiled Secret of My Open Marriage

Love and Sex

The Veiled Secret of My Open Marriage

Illustration: Akshita Monga


went out on a Tinder date tonight because I wanted some sex and my husband was stuck at work. My date was one of those cool dudes – long hair, sharp jawline – who know they’re good-looking. He kept flicking the hair off his face; I wanted to tie it all up in a fountain on top of his head.

Despite holding forth for two hours on Charles Bukowski’s poetry, Mr Fountainhead turned out to be extremely good in bed. We stumbled into his house at 9 pm (him a little more drunk than I was) and had sex. Twice.