How it went too far

This is a reprint from my comments, but I believe it is important enough to warrant a post of its own....

The first time was at her house. Looking back, she had it planned ahead of time, and had the group over to her home to work on the project (the house where she lives with her brother, two kids, and her parents - somehow conveniently deserted for the night.) We were drinking there, and she asked me when people were leaving if I could help her with some problem with her homework. Of course I would - no problem. She started kissing me, touching me, and I got caught up in the moment. I stopped thinking. Later, when I explained to her that it could never happen again, she agreed, but not because she thought anything was wrong with it. She said she respected my decisions. I stopped having lunch with her and seeing her outside of school related things thinking that would stop it from happening again. What I should have done at this point was come clean with my wife so she could help guard me against the 'near occasions of sin.' Instead, because of my pride, I thought I could handle it on my own and told no one. The second time we were drinking once again. Once again it was the group project. We were all at a restaurant. As we were all leaving, she and I were talking. Once again she kissed me, touched me, and once again the combination of alcohol and other things left me open to this. I once again didn't think about it, got caught up in the moment.I realize that this makes me look like an idiot, but it is the truth and that is all I can offer. The day after the second time she tried to kiss me again. I stopped her. I pulled away. I finally realized that I am vulnerable to these sins, and I began to push her out of my life to get away from them. It was at this point she become desperate and starting calling and texting that she loved me, and as has been so amply put, life became "fatal attraction." (I've never seen it but know the premise.) I never thought of her in a sexual way, but she became the person I confided in, instead of my wife. I actually, for a period, thought of her as a best friend, because in the moment you don't always see the truth. Since I didn't look at her sexually but was still vulnerable is really my point. You can't be too careful when it comes to becoming "friends" with the opposite sex. For me the whole lesson in this is that you don't necessarily need that physical attraction for things to progress too far. A failure to recognize where an inappropriate friendship could lead is how this whole mess started. I look forward to your comments.