I have a confession to make. Since moving to Portland, I’ve met someone. I know, I know! I am a Hussy. It’s not like I went out looking for it – really – but when it’s there in front of you, day after day after day, and you have a real NEED (if you know what I mean). Well.. not to make excuses, but even the strongest willed woman may eventually cave.
It started out so small. A mere flirtation. I looked down and there he was. Waiting. I knew it was wrong, I did. But no one was around. John, the kids – they’d gone to the park. And he was so ready, and willing. It wasn’t like I’d forgotten what it’s like. I’d had experiences when I was younger. I know how careful you have to be. It can get so noisy, and there’s always the risk.. of losing part of yourself. But I wasn’t going to let that happen. I wouldn’t get hurt.
Now he has me. I’m hooked. Even though I know it’s wrong, and I don’t even know what’s happening half the time, I don’t care. Things start piling up around me, I feel overwhelmed, and like magic, he just makes it all go away.
I can’t keep it a secret any longer. [Don’t be shy – let them see you] Everyone, meet
I know when you read this, you will be shocked. Outraged. INSANE with jealousy! And I am sorry. But now that I’m living in an upstairs apartment, with no compost bin around, no garden to tend, and designer blue trash bags that cost a fortune to fill, it was only a matter of time.