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The Den of Iniquity
December 6, 2019
I was at the place I’m not supposed to be a couple of weeks ago (aka, the Den of Iniquity). Having a double vodka soda with cran (which I’m not supposed to drink), sitting at the edge of the lounge in a nice comfy chair, just people watching through that early euphoric vodka haze.
A nice fellow about my age sat in the lounge chair next to me. I immediately looked at the left ring finger. Married. But friendly. We talked a bit about gambling, then things turned to his unhappy marriage. I wonder, do I have “Yes! I’ll be your confidant!” on my forehead? Alas, it’s a blessing, and as we all know, I have lots to say about just about everything to do with any kind of relationship. But mostly, I listen.
He’s not happy, but staying because he took vows. That would be vows… to God. So that’s about as admirable thing I find in any man, or woman. Doing right. You can’t go wrong doing right.
I steered the conversation to my writing, as I am always wont to do. I mentioned I get quite a bit of attention from young men specifically because of my age and my size. He responded, “Every man likes Big Girls!”
“What do you mean? Why?” I asked.
“Because they’re easy going, they’re uninhibited and they don’t play games. Just happy to go with it. And, they’re beautiful.”
