Is cheating ever justified?

And a fling in Mexico

“So you cheat on her?” I confirmed.

Gerry, his two friends, and I were on the rooftop of his building in Guadalajara, Mexico, drinking chelas from cans and chatting in broken Spanish and English.

I’d met Gerry the night before; he was a friend of Sergio, the guy I was sort of on a date with.

We had been talking about sex and friendship and love. And I was …