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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 Apr 29 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.29.17.57.7551]] |
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I knew it was a really bad idea, this fling with you. You were just a child, in so many ways, and yet a woman in full bloom. You paid me no mind until divorce was imminent, then to my surprise and delight you flirted with me. I had no idea, having been married for almost 16 years, that I could ever feel that rush, that excitement of the chase again. You brought out the child in me, the teenager, gasping stuttering sweating idiot who trembled at your glance. Risking outrage and professional disgrace, I fell in love with you, only to discover the child's game you played. Was it because I was so desperate for attention, I think not. It was the blossom of new woman, the rose of youth, that sounded the siren's call. If I had been Oddyseus, perhaps I might have roped myself to the mast, but I am Jim, and I listened. The absurdity, and the tragedy, is that although like Paris I will storm any fort, risk any loss, to find the magic, the great tragedy is that I failed to learn one fundamental lesson from you. Grown women do it too, and more skillfully. Practice my dear. People will lie to you to get what they want. |