May 6, 2015 Wednesday
Dear Readers,
So wonderful you are here today! Thanks for stopping by! It’s time for a little break from the Philip and Sassy and her adventures on Ashley Madison, since Philip and none of my AM men wrote to me today and I didn’t write to any of them! So I am going to answer a question that several sweet blog fans have asked.
Q. Who are you? What do you like look like? How can I recognize you in a crowd?
A. I’ll tell you a secret.
Not the answer you’re looking for but…I am everywhere. And you can’t tell. There’s no letter “A” on my forehead! I am not especially tall or thin or pretty or dressed provocatively. You can’t tell by how old I am, how much money I have (or don’t), the color of my skin, my religion or the part of the country where I live.
There’s a sentiment I’ve heard expressed by a lot of people when they first start “stepping out” or “cheating” or “leading a double life.” Every time they are out in public, they wonder who else in the room is doing the same. They wish there was some way to tell. Thank goodness there isn’t! But it’s fun to think of a special handshake, or a ribbon, or a certain earring worn a particular way… some sign, some hint, but only for those “in-the-know” and not their spouses!
Gays and lesbians wished for this for years… a way to find out without risk if someone might be open to sharing their stories or more. I’ve seen various items that do have a “special meaning” and can be worn certain places, like a leather collar, or a hot wife anklet or swingers jewelry. But most days in most places, there is no way to tell.
Men say that is what’s so great about the internet, and Ashley Madison in particular – that you already know the people there are open to your offers. Well… except for the bots, but that a topic for another day!
In any group… at work, at the store, at church, at your favorite restaurant… I’m there. I’m that super-efficient older curvy office manager no one notices if things are running smoothly, and certainly never thinks of in a sexual way. I’m the lady sitting next to you on the plane in a business suit, reading the Wall Street Journal. I’m the woman at church who comes early to start the coffee and fold the programs. I’m the woman at the pool who never takes off her extra large t-shirt. I’m the woman at the next table while you’re eating a pizza with ham and pineapple while Hubby is busy on his phone.
I could be anyone. The lawyer, The bakery cashier. The professor. The plumber. The truck driver. The lobbyist. A project manager. The accountant. The construction supervisor. The therapist. The high school teacher. Even a policeman. I am “normal.” I lead a “regular life.” I’m trying to earn a living, take care of my family and find a way to have sex because my spouse won’t let me touch him, or he only wants it one way or I need more or… so I do it with married men. For a few stolen hours here or there. It lets me escape. And gather my strength to go back to my “normal life.”
So look around… you’ll see me. And I’ll smile. And you’ll wonder.
-Sassy