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I Am Also “That Kind of a Woman”
September 20, 2018
Joe and I are becoming good friends. He is in the process of ending his marriage, or so it appears that will be the outcome. As always, I’m the “pal”, the girl that isn’t really the girl. The girl that is the logical, sensible, loving, caring friend. The one you rely on for meaningful and useful advice. But she’s not a lover. Just a friend. I’m most comfortable in this role. And, oddly enough, I’m most helpful in this role. I bring value in this role. I like who I am in this role. I’m at my very best in this role.
We talked about wives playing games with sex, withholding sex. I told him how angry I get, when I end up sleeping with a married man because his wife is fucking with their physical relationship. He asked me if the married men I’ve slept with are not having sex with their wives. I told him that all the research I’ve done says men don’t have affairs for sex, that there’s something bigger missing in their relationships. Well, that may very well be true. But all the married men I’ve slept with aren’t having sex with their wives. I’m sure not all of them are honest with me, but I tend to believe that’s the most common reason why the married men I’ve been with have been with me.
I told him that if wives allow their husbands access to their bodies, men wouldn’t be out looking for me. And I’m so needy and so empty…
