Secret lovers... have you got one?

Secret sex. We’ve all had it at one time or other. Charlotte on Sex and the City had hers with a rabbi (she didn’t even tell the girls) and the Noo Yawk quartet devoted an entire episode to secret liaisons.
You know how it goes. You meet someone – you don’t really fancy them. They’re a) funny looking; b) shallow and stupid; c) too young for you or d) all of the above. Whichever box you ticked, they’re certainly not a take-home-and-meet-your-folks prospect.
But there’s some undeniable sexual chemistry bubbling away between you. And so, despite their absence of serious partner qualities, you start shagging behind closed doors. And oooh, it’s good. You booty call them, they booty call you. It’s all just sweaty and physical. Like a spin class with orgasms.
You might not even feel the need to share this liaison with your friends. Hell, you might even be downright embarrassed to admit you’re bumping uglies with the guy/gal. You’ve got sex on tap, and you’re not revealing your source.
The problem with this scenario is when one or other of the secret sex party feels they want to come out of hiding. They want to be taken to dinner (and not the dark, local Thai place); they want to meet your friends, they’d quite like to know ‘where it’s going’ and what your intentions are. They might even demand to be called your boyfriend or girlfriend.
That’s when secret sex turns messy and you inevitably have to break a heart, or have yours broken. Tell me – is secret sex worth it? Have you ever had a secret lover?