Maybe Cory and Conan will fight over me
I don't recall how it happened, whether I followed him first or he found me. All I know is we shared our love. Yes, it's true. I shared love with a man other than my husband. A man I met over the internet. We Tweeted expressed it openly and DM'd it in private. I told this man, I wanted to visit him and we could continue what we had started online and bring it into our real lives. I even made a video about the love we both share. I know, I know. I'm married. I have two kids. I live in a completely different state. And yet I told this man I would meet him at a diner in New Jersey so we could both get us some...
Oh what a woman would not do to get a decent cup o'Joe. Maybe it borders on criminal, maybe it borders on the inappropriate, but Cory Booker, the Mayor of Newark, became my caffienated confidant. You see, I could tell Cory about my Java use knowing he was simpatico. Yes, I know, some people would consider it akin to a platonic affair, disclosing my gold filtered unfiltered feelings to a man other than my own husband, but I don't see it that way at all. My husband has no interest in coffee. Nay, he spurns it. Do I sneak out of the house to fulfill my needs? No. Absolutely not! I grind at home. Right in the kitchen. In front of G-d and everyone. There is nothing tawdry going on and my 19 year marriage is still a strong brew.
Relationship experts will tell you, fantasy is a healthy component of marriage. Sure I harbor the wish some day for Cory and I to meet at a diner in Newark, but if I actually did do that, I would tell my husband. And my husband would respond just as I would expect him to respond, uttering the sweet supportive words only my life partner could, "Who is Cory Booker?"
But Mayor Booker is not the only stud muffin, other than my husband, with whom I am, um, involved. The other hunka hunka burnin' love guy entertains me every night in our living room. I confess that, more often that not,my own husband is asleep upstairs in our own very bedroom. Other times when I spend time with my nighttime lover, my husband is out of town. Again, I implore you to accept there is nothing wrong with this arrangement. My husband is fully aware of what's going on in our house in the wee hours. He can hear it for himself. The nights when my husband says we're too loud, I always tell him he's more than welcome to watch...
Late Night With Conan O'Brien.
I do. I watch. Conan completes me. I've been with him a really long time. I can't quit him. Thankfully my husband hasn't asked me to choose. But honestly, he knows where my loyalty lies...
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Devra writes about the personal and political at Parentopia.
