OK, I am going to make a confession over here. I am going to trust you guys with something that nobody knows about me in real life. Simply said, I have been having an affair. It began a few months back and things have been very strong between me and him. He is married like i am, but i am not going to take any guilt trips by writing about the whole thing here just at once. Since this is my first entry about this affair, i will take tentative steps. Fair enough?
We have hit a snag mainly because the physical distance between us has grown. I will call him R for the lack of a better term and he was the director at child's school. First time around i met him in his office in the school. He had such good ruggedly looks and strong frame that it immediately caught my attention. He looked at me with such undress me looks. It was not the first time that a man has looked me like that but i certainly felt the ferocity of his gaze. I felt relaxed in his presence and we ended talking about various things. He knows someone whom i also know through my political affiliations and our conversations just grew from there. By the end of the meeting we decided to stay in touch through phone to review my son's academic performance. It grew from there. I called him a couple of times and we talked.
He hosted a lunch for me later in the week to review my son's class performance. Yeah, i know the whole thing was a charade for us to get together. Despite the freedom i enjoy, i had to be careful about my lunch meeting since this city can be very dangerous especially when it comes to gossip. During the lunch, his eyes were all over me. I mean he was staring right on my breasts and the rest of me. It was very physical and the sexual tension between us was palpitating. I encouraged him tacitly by smiling or adjusting int he seat in a certain manner. I guess you can get the picture by now.
I think this should suffice as the first entry about this.
18 comments:
guys... whats the harm in her sayin these things... true or false whatever...
dear housewife... tho my original comment was gonna b somthin like... 'now we talkin'... but its more like... use this medium wisely and express urself with no barriers...
cheerios... X
@AS - It seems like some people just simply need to be ignored.
One of the perils of free expression.
been there too many times yaara...
it jus duzn work out for people !!!
but carry on... :) x
ps.. why don't u enable comment moderation to get rid of sickos?
@AS - I did not know about it. I just enabled it.
coolios... u can also permanently delete these comments so they don even show as comment deleted!
While it sounds like an exciting time in your life and perhaps sorely needed if you have misgivings about other parts of your life; as a fellow mom, I have only this caution to add...
Tread carefully because it involves your child indirectly. It is sort of like having a liason with someone you work with. If it goes bad, it will affect more than just you. As grown up, mature and worldly as we all want to be, when things peter out or go wrong, there is no telling the fall out.
So throw pebbles in the pond, but contain the ripples.
@Kiran - I have thought about the negative implications of all of this. Honestly, they are scary to think about. Sometimes, i think you have to live for the moment no matter what the risk is. But thank you for your advise.
luscious: finally, a voice that's not afraid to speak out!
it was actually refreshing reading this post..
i'll be looking forward to see how this turns out, i'm kind of a student of life, and these stories, from real people, tend to interest me.
although i haven't read the comments above which you've deleted.. i'd like to put in my 2c's about them..
this is YOUR space, treat it like such. if these other's dont like it, let them screw themselves :p
Helllllllooooooo
This is too personal to share. Keep it within the four walls, world is not so friendly
if thats true, then you are too bold to write in open... no need to do that....
WHAT ELSE THAN A BLACK SPOT ON THE NAME OF MOTHERS?
Shes a Shame for MOTHERs..
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