April 18, 2010 § 1 Comment
my schedule since the end of february has been hectic to say the least. work ballooned and in this economy, i don’t imagine many of us are turning down new opportunities. so i took them and had to put some of my favorite things aside … like having a life.
i almost set this project aside but i have received several emails recently from women who have been in a similar position. and looking at the stats, it seems there are people reading this. which is weird and interesting at the same time. *smile*
so today was some hiking and time spent amongst spring and cherry blossoms. it was divine. i have the tan lines to prove it.
tomorrow will be me catching up on posts and comments, music, cooking – all the things that make life lovely.
thank you for your interest. thank you for sending me emails. it has taken me aback a bit but in a very good way. cheers til tomorrow…
what i was listening to this evening as i was playing with a new blog theme …
February 17, 2010 § 3 Comments
February 4, 2010 § 1 Comment
two days after J left, the phone rang. (see preceding post here)
i had missed him even though we had only had a few intense days. i was a bit devastated that he had not called the instant his plane had landed. i had picked the phone up many times but i didn’t call. i didn’t want to interfere or intrude and that is how i felt a call from me would feel – intrusive. my mind had begun to cycle around the fact that perhaps he was not going to call. that he had seen his wife and children and thought that our interlude was too … dangerous … silly … unsatisfying … fill in the blank.
then the phone rang and i saw his number. i couldn’t help it. my heart started pounding. i felt a bit giddy.
he apologized for not calling and before he could begin a litany of excuses, i told him to stop. “that’s your family. it’s fine.” and i meant it.
we talked for about an hour about all kinds of things. the weather. work. books. tv. then, the line went silent.
“i miss you,” he said, “is that wrong?”
my heart thumped again. i held the phone very hard and whispered back, “i miss you, too.”
for a few moments all i could hear was the line buzz.
“i won’t be back for six weeks,” he said. “can you wait that long?”
and i thought about it. for about a second. i would wait. of course, i would wait.
“kiss me,” he demanded. i laughed. but i did and to this day i swear that i felt his lips on mine as if he was in the room with me.
after i hung up, i sat for a long time sitting and holding the phone. there was no going back now. we were falling in love and everything was bright and shiny in that moment.
January 31, 2010 § 9 Comments
the vibration of your voice when I lay with my head on your stomach and can feel the rumble of you against my cheek …
your smell … the musk … the nose stinging sweat … the zest of fresh shaved … may i admit to an underarm fetish?
the combination of tobacco and whiskey in your mouth …
perfunctory kisses that turn ravenous …
just-the-right-amount-of-rough hands that soothe and tickle and caress and grip urgently or sweep absently …
the look that comes into your eyes when you are working and staring into space turning some engineering issue round and round and then see me watching you …
draped across the sofa … feet sticking off the bed … knees bunched up in my car … lounged against the kitchen counter … bent over into the mirror …
my awareness of you overwhelms me sometimes …
January 26, 2010 § 23 Comments
there is a website that discusses “the many faces of infidelity” and asks the following question:
You are like millions of other women who might very well be with the right man at the wrong time. Regardless of the state of your affair it’s time that society take a more rational view of your position rather than the name calling and ridicule whispered behind your back and now to your face when the opportunity presents itself.
You’re calculating, lustful, immoral without a conscience which continues to be your label through history. To my knowledge there were no vows taken by us! Victim or Vixen???? What’s your opinion????
this is an example of the glamorizing of the mistress or the other woman. mistresses are powerful women – they hold secrets that could destroy a man not only in his family life but in his business life as well. even men that were thought to be untouchable – tiger woods was a great example.
so victim or vixen? which one am i? am i “calculating, lustful or immoral”?
there is no simple answer.
at times i have been a victim. a victim of falling in lust or love with someone and believing in them when all evidence to the contrary was right in front of me.
at times i have been a vixen – i can turn the siren on and lure men to the inevitable doom of my seduction … but that is more greek tragedy than reality.
lustful is healthy – calculating could also be smart and immoral … well, i guess it depends on the moral standard that is applied to you. some of this is just stereotypical tongue-wagging.
the reality is that i am an extremely intelligent woman who makes her own decisions. i decide to take a flirtation to the next level. i decide to move forward even after i know there is a wife that he has no intention of leaving. ever. i decide to shape my world to accommodate a man that will always belong to someone else. me. my choices.
there is no penis in the universe so great that i could claim that i fell victim to it and lost all my free will. sorry, boys – you don’t see women starting wars over cock, luscious as it may be.
so i don’t choose to be victim or vixen. i choose to be me. i choose free will. i choose my life and my consequences and i choose the ability to ignore those consequences if i want. freedom is accountability.
does that mean that i don’t make bad decisions? of course not … i just strive to have no regrets.
just be warned … i am smart enough to be able to justify anything … and i know it.
January 25, 2010 § 8 Comments
when J and i first met, he was scheduled to leave back to london in two days. and he did and it was the first of many times that he would leave me. yet another topic for the extortionist, aka my therapist.
he told me about his wife and then he kissed me ( read J & my first kiss ) and all those little alarm bells that were going off during the conversation about his wife and family just melted. i melted. it was not that it was the best kiss of my life … it was the most … earnest. he poured all of himself into that kiss and i took it all.
now this is the part in the movies that the man would masterfully sweep the woman off to the bedroom for the best sex in the universe. and i so wanted that … but reality … that bitch … did assist me in regaining our my senses.
“i don’t do one night stands, ” i whispered. i think i shocked him a bit again and then he laughed and scooped me onto his lap and said, “good, because i don’t think one night would do it.”
over the next two days, we reached a tentative understanding. tentative because who can say how any of this will ever work? for all i knew, he would get home and take one look at his wife and family and forget i ever existed. i even told him that – i would understand that. he just shook his head and kissed me again and again.
we did not have sex those first few days. it was too new, too fragile, too uncertain. and the talking and kissing was more important. and fun. back to the anticipation is an aphrodisciac. and we concocted enough aphrodisiac to intoxicate the world.
we were trying to figure out who “we” were going to be, if there was even a “we” and if that “we” could survive an ocean and a time difference. and in my mind if the “we” would survive the inevitable guilt that i imagined he would feel looking at his wife. she was just a specter to me … too unreal and amorphous for me to care in the beginning. and he was too real and too present.
he asked me to take him to the airport and i refused. i called a shuttle for him instead. and watching him load his bags into that shuttle from my front step, i cried for the first time over J.
he looked a bit horrified and truth be told, i felt a bit horrifed. i sat down hard on the steps and he leaned over – all that lovely height and he began to dab at my cheeks.
“tears are an offering,” i blurted out, “when i can’t say what i want so all i have to give you are tears.” he paused mid-dab and just looked at me so seriously. i fell a little bit more in love with him in that moment – the moment when he took my feelings and tears so seriously.
he carefully folded his handkerchief … which british men still carry and is so like an old hollywood movie …
he carefully folded his handkerchief and put it in his shirt pocket.
“if it is an offering from you then i will keep it near my heart until i see you again.” one last quick kiss. and then he was gone.
i sat on the steps for a long time wondering if i would ever see him again.