“Hello, I’m Angie.” “Hey, Angie,” a group of women said robotically, and in unison. “I’ve been sleeping with married men for almost five years now, and it’s getting old. I’m tired of it. I don’t know if it’s because I’m three days away from being thirty or if this last man I dealt with brought me to this turning point. His name was Jason. He had just got hired at my firm. He was very attractive, young, and ambi- tious. He definitely had his shit together. I noticed him and his wedding band all in