My Secret


Someone at work was skeptical that I could ever marry again if Gary left me.

“How odd,” I thought, with my 62-year-old raisin brain. “Why does she think I would have trouble finding a new spouse? Perhaps she’s only encountered those men who shy away from commitment.”

Back in the day I never knew a man who feared commitment. I just assumed I was attracted to men who were, by nature, romantic. They all seemed to want to discuss marriage when things got serious.

Eventually, I realized why I had such good luck with finding these men. It was nothing I was doing. More likely, something I wasn’t doing, specifically, putting out. I would be NAKED before these men, in their beds, some of them, telling them I was going to wait for marriage before actually having sex. NAKED IN THEIR BEDS COCK-BLOCKING THEM.

So that was my magical secret appeal. Why this realization never occured to me before, I don’t know.


2 responses to “My Secret”

  1. … there is still a very significant element of selection/luck involved with locating men who will not just… have sex with you anyway, even if you object, in that situation, however, so you have/had *something* extremely useful in the mix.
    You’ll probably never find someone who measures up to Gary in all his areas of quirkiness, etc., it is true, and a different relationship would need some major adjustments to find communication methods in common, etc., and also the male/female proportion changes with age [and men continue to prefer to date women younger than them SIGH], but *also* there are enough women in your general age range who are absolutely *so fed up* with their husbands that they are never going to marry again, and also you don’t have kids, so I feel like the math might work out, potentially?
    Anyway. Hopefully Gary’s health will improve.

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