![]() It wasn’t until later that night… after we left the restaurant and could only communicate via texts that the real fun would begin. He was way more handsome than I remembered.Ĭasual chit-chat, nothing major, just two people getting to know one another. When I walked into Silk, I could see him before he saw me. The kids assumed I was meeting friends and I didn’t bother telling them anything different. Getting out of the house was easy because The Husband was working late. But the thing is when there are things lacking in your life…such as intimacy or even just plain respect, you begin to look elsewhere. Why would I jeopardize everything for some guy I met at a bookstore? I get that. I know a lot of people are going to say I’m an idiot and a terrible mother. We could go to Silk, unless you know a better place.ĭrinks at Silk sounds fantastic. Perhaps we could get together next week, say over drinks? I remember someone saying she loved vodka martinis. We exchanged numbers and email addresses. “Yes,” I replied, casually brushing some loose strands from my face, “I would really like that.” ![]() When he asked if he could see me again, I did hesitate. She listens and I can tell she’s disappointed because there isn’t enough ‘naughty behavior’ to be as entertaining as she hoped.īut this is the beginning and I will learn the more naughty things get, the more complicated and secretive things will be. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a conversation with a man who doesn’t talk down to me as if I’m an idiot!” I say over a glass of wine. There isn’t anyone else I can tell.īesides, she’s supportive in my flirtation with naughty behavior. She is the only one who knows about my encounter(s) with Kyle. I get in my car and drive to my best friend Violet’s house. I give him my usual ‘married hug’, the one arm around the neck with my body facing the side. “Hey, everybody! Watch me! I know how to hug!” I muttered that I have to really go…and then say, “I can hug you!” which now that I have time to think about it, I sounded like a five-year old. The conversation is at a point in which we both want it to continue…but it feels stupid to be standing there in the cold. ![]() We are in the middle of the coldest winter I’ve ever known and there I was standing in a parking lot shivering like an idiot. I wanted him too, but we were standing in the parking lot. ![]()
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