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By willtobe1 Date: 2003 Mar 29 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.29.05.58.25693]] |
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Hey Robbyn, You were telling me the other night that you are badly in need of some excitement, an adrenalin rush, some danger. I think I have figured out what you need. Just telling you about it may be a little dangerous, a definite "don't tell" situation, and I hope you will guard it carefully. Also, I don't want there to be any misunderstandings between us, so I want to preface it by reminding you of what I think we made subtly yet absolutely clear to each other early in our friendship: that we are completely dedicated to our respective spouses (with all their faults), and any betrayal of them is beyond countenance. OK, that said, here we go... Imagine yourself pursued. Imagine a man of whom you have not taken particular notice, not a gorgeous individual, not someone you'd "do" at a green light in downtown G*burg. Just a plain joe who gradually impresses himself on your consciousness by a certain glimmer of eye, leer of grin and sparkle of personality. And by comments subtle and not-so-subtle it becomes slowly apparent to you that he wants you. Now of course your situation is this: you have not led him on by any word or glance, and to accommodate him is entirely out of the question. Still, it is flattering to be a nearly thirty-year-old mother-of-three housewife AND the object of an illicit pursuit. And there is a certain...something...fascinating about him. You let him know with all the force of confidence that you have in your married fidelity that you are unavailable, but your message never comes out sounding quite as strong as you intend it, and he remains unconvinced and in hot pursuit. So what the hell do you do? What WOULD you do in a situation like this? Imagine him someone that you have to deal with on a daily basis; to avoid him would involve shaking up your entire routine. He can cunningly twist the most ordinary conversation into an apparent love-duel. He has a talent for making bold declarations just before a third person enters the room, then backing off, leaving you to struggle the conflicting emotions from your face while he watches quietly with veiled eyes. I know you to be a strong, brave and willful person, Robbyn, but I also know that, caught off guard, you can blush. Imagine this man a master of catching you off guard. Don't you sense the tension, the danger, the adrenalin? Go ahead and say it, as you think about the never-ending grief your husband would give you, say "YES"!!! But you ARE strong, willful and brave, and as he continues to mount pressure upon pressure, becoming less and less veiled in his pursuit, you confront him with the absoluteness of your unavailability, proudly demand that he cease and desist all overt and covert suggestions, and end by threatening to publicly and legally accuse him of sexual harassment. Yeah, and then you'll sick your husband on him. Touché!!! He says, "Okay." He'll make sure that his relationship with you will be of the most coolly professional nature from now on. He says he knows his campaign has been too artful for any sexual harassment charges to actually stick, and he feels sure that (like Sam Eliot's character says to Mrs McHaskel in "The Quick and the Dead"), he could "...hunt you till you dropped." But his love for you has become elevated to a plane from which he could allow no pain be inflicted on you, even from his own raging passion. Having waxed ludicrously poetic, he once again reassures you that he will bother you no more. On one condition: One Kiss. You see, he knows full well how strongly you believe that a man's passionate effect on a woman is made or broken on that first soft kiss. Would you do it Robbyn? Which would be the harder road? To cuckold your husband tiny-ly with a single kiss in exchange for being left in peace with a warm memory of having been pursued -- and acquitting yourself honorably -- almost? Or maintain complete honor and wage an open battle in which your husband MIGHT NOT think you entirely innocent? For the purposes of this entirely fictitious story, I prefer to assume that you kissed him. So, you kissed him. In all creation, it had been decreed that there would be only three truly great, passionate kisses. Since the dawn of time there have been two. This kiss was the third. And in that moment, you lost yourself completely in him, all your past and future were gone, and there was only him, him...only him. But he is a man of his word and he goes away to leave you entirely alone, never to be bothered by him again. SO WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU DO NOW?!?!?!?! |