The Other Woman - On being a magnet to married men

I’m not sure if being single is my allure to married men or if it’s my insouciant charm (probably that) but they appear repeatedly in my life. Perceived as a wanton divorcee? Oh my.




A couple examples: A girlfriend was visiting and we were whipping up an elaborate dinner for ourselves, when there was a knock, knock, knock at the door. Who was this? To my astonishment, there stood my stinking-drunk married boss; he knew where I lived because he’d followed me home. Creepy. It stands to reason he wouldn’t have come to my house had I a husband. My friend (thank god she was there or things might have turned out very differently) and I were at a loss on how to proceed. My boss couldn’t be allowed to drive in his inebriated state. If we phoned any fellow employees, a huge drama would ensue, and I’d likely get fired (those who don’t generate revenue, etc.) So we stuck him in a bedroom in hopes he’d sober up, and went on with our dinner. We drank plenty of wine to blot out the occasional bellow coming from the bedroom. In the end we had his wife come fetch him, (so diabolically appropriate.)



Another time: Empanelled on a grand jury, the term was one month so the group got acquainted a bit. One of the panelists was my lawyer’s husband. One day I stopped at the bicycle shop to pick up my bike, and here came this guy. To the bike shop I’d mentioned while chitchatting with the group. He proposed the two of us go on a two week Baja bike trip. And not with his wife. Huh?



The reason I’m thinking about this subject? A friend of mine told me a mutual acquaintance – a married man with a reputation for playing around – was asking about me. Oh for heavens sake.



That dog don’t hunt.

Comments

Catherine said…
Yea, not surprised at the men's actions ... its amazing what legends they are in their own minds.
Sun Mar 03, 08:06:00 AM
Janice said…
Ah, yes. Best to avoid married men.
Tue Mar 05, 07:02:00 AM
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