I had an opportunity, in the years before I was married, to get involved with a woman- I mean, she was stunning, really, incredibly hot. (shit, am I doing what the subject in the OP's story, did, here? 
) ... she was. Gorgeous. There was an immediate attraction, from my end, and as we got to know each other better it was clear she was interested in me, too. She was married but, apparently, in the process of getting divorced (red flags, there, of course) and we were thrown together into some informal situations where when she would get me alone she would, out of the blue, start telling very graphic, very sexual stories about her and her husband, how he wasn't 'doing it' for her, etc.
Made me an bit uncomfortable, although honestly she was hot as hell, and I'm an amiable chap--- so it wasn't like I wasn't going to listen.
When push came to shove, though, I took a pass on getting involved with her; she made a few attempts, called me up late at night, that sort of thing, but I communicated that I wasn't interested. Because, honestly, I had been around the block enough times to recognize some psychological issues. Had I been maybe 5 years younger, my hormones would have got the better of me, and I'd have been, like, "screw it, what the fuck, this person is beautiful, nice, I can get past the slightly off-kilter part".
But looking back, I know I made the right call.
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