My writings from "The Wife's Affairs":Title- Trying to Cheat: The Dream
08-Jul-2008
Sometimes I write in fiction and truth...Here's a bit of BOTH. Enjoy! Nina S. Long
Day #213
Ok let me start off by saying that I don't believe in Cheating....You know what scratch that bullshit!!!!
People
do it all the time it's out there right, we can either ignore it or be
adult about it and realize that sometime lust is all you have and you
either use it at that moment or lose it until the next time it comes
your way!!
All my life I have been given what I want AND THEN
SOME, but I find myself lately wanting more. Call me greedy or what
have you, but fantasy drives me.
I call myself waking up today
and trying to lay in bed for an extra 30 minutes that way I'd still be
out of the house before 12:30 so that I could start my day. During this
time I began thinking to myself trying to fully recall the dream that I
had previous to me opening my eyes. It was so steamy and lustful,
however it had nothing to do with my husband!!! Love him I may but in
this dream I was no way near married and if I was it was perfect. So as
I lay upon my bed trying to recall the dream, bits and pieces began to
come to me. A man in a nice suit (not an easter suit, lol), broad
shoulders, nice height, physique and ohhhh so well endowed. I pull
myself together so that I can begin to get up and get ready all the
while thinking about this "MAN".
I'm ready, I leave out of the
door, get into the truck, pull out of my driveway, turn left and
proceed towards my linking route to the highway. Just as I'm about to
merge onto the highway a guy halfway fitting the description of the
"MAN" from my dream asks me for directions. I think to myself "now damn
he could get it", "not". I give him his desired info and make my way
through the light to merge onto the highway. I make it to my first
destination Aldo's yummy lunch is served. As I enter I notice a group of
gentlemen (approx. five or six) off to my right chatting up financial
matters and the best of Glen Beck type issues,(lol). But two men at
that table interest me, one more than the other. He was a salt and
pepper haired, fit, mid-to late 40s Middle Eastern guy, with a nice
olive complexion just natural not tanned or anything. As I bypassed
everyone who waited to be seated (because they didn't call ahead, ha ha)
he glance up as I eyed him over checking him out, he smiled and I
smiled back. As I sat ordering my Caprese salad and Calamari he walked
my way, I began to think, "Okay stranger" so me being me I tried to act
like I didn't notice him coming my way. Haha to funny he walked right
past me he was going to the restroom, egg on my face a bitch would
have played herself for sure,lol. As he comes back though this is where I'm
caught off guard.... He stops and speaks and begins commenting on what
I ordered even down to the glass of Pinot Grigio (in which I so love).
He asks, "why are you eating alone"? I respond, "I do some of my best work
alone so I should be okay dining alone" he laughs. He mentions that
he's about to leave but he would love to see me around again, and
here's where I fuck up....I just smile and say that would be nice. He
says take care and I say ok you too, he walks over and his party leaves. As
I sit there, running our conversation over again in my mind, thinking "damn
Nina you are one bad chick".... it dawns on me, "what the hell He was
trying to get your number"!!! How stupid or out of touch can you be??
Second missed opportunity in one day. So, I finish lunch because I have other things to do today.. next up
dealership for that test drive.
Back onto I264- next stop
Phillips to test out this Supercharge. I pull into the lot and (oh my,my,my) my heart begins to skip a beat!!! I see my baby waiting for me to
take him for a spin- he's the sexiest midnight blue Supercharge that
Rover could ever make, or that a girl could ever want inside and out!! As
I pull up a sexy ass salesman helps me out of my vehicle and pages Mr.
Revington (the best sales person ever and the only person that I want
to help me every time). As Rev and I look over all paper work I can't
help but glance out at the lot at the sexy sales guy. He was out there
with a hot ass customer who could surely have been added to my ATFs
list based on looks alone. He look exactly like what I recalled from my
dream; suit, broad shoulders, nice height, physique everything!!! And
all I could do was look and fantasize about what if!!! Third strikeout in a row, it's over folks!
OH I'm pissed.
After stating all of this I ask what the hell is wrong with me?????
Everyday
I am either approached in some way shape form of fashion by guys but I
never take advantage of it. Most of them don't meet my standards anyway
but since I've moved to this area it's like damn if I wanted to cheat
on my husband, DAMN I'd have to damn near scrape the bottom of the
barrel, lol. It's not like back home, I could meet a gang of fuckers on
a shopping outing in the city, at lunch, while getting my vehicle
detailed at the dealership, shit and even at the coffee house. Is it so
hard to be able to meet at least a few people that are of the same bracket
or higher, with like interests, not mentally insane and who just so
happen to be sexy enough for me to even began to think about if I'd add
them to my ATFs list.
Gosh, it's not like I'm asking for the world dipped in caramel with whipped cream and a cherry on top, (even though that would be nice!LOL
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