Rory

When you find that despite your better judgment, your heart went to get itself all messed up and hung up on an impossible situation.

At 35 the last thing Rory expected to be was in love with a man 10 years her senior. It doesn’t sound so ridiculous when one says it. But one needs to bear in mind that Rory is actually married to a man one year her junior, with whom she has 2 beautiful children.

When Rory met her mysterious older man, the chemistry was instant and almost overwhelming. But for over a year she made sure that her contact with this colleague was minimal. At the time, oddly, Rory didn’t realize she was attracted to him. Only that she felt uneasy around him and surprised herself at the effort she put into avoiding him.

Over time however she did become aware of his confidence, maturity, wit and devastatingly sexy smile. She was secretly thrilled to be tossed into a situation that required regular interaction with him, giving her reason to email him. She however did not expect his speedy flirtatious response.

Rory stared at the company newsletter but couldn’t read a word of it. She couldn’t divert her eyes from the picture of the marketing MD. He really was fallopian-tube-fluttering-sexy. On impulse Rory started an email, typed his name, watched his address automatically populate the “to” field. She hastily typed the words “Nice pic” and quickly clicked send before she chickened out. She didn’t realize she was holding her breath until seconds later the laptop pinged with a new email message.

“You checking me out …careful …”

What!?! Rory literally laughed out loud, shocked at the speed of the response and its arrogance. And at the same time thrilled and stupidly impressed by it.

She took a quick breath and replied: “LOL, why? Does Nicola know kung-fu?” Again she held her breath for the ping. And just before she passed out from lack of oxygen it pinged.

“Not about Nicola …don’t start what you can’t finish …………………….. :-)".

Again, WHAT??

Warning: May not be true fact, but in fact, may be true fiction

With election day approaching we notice more and more campaign ads on TV. I always know when to change the channel thanks to that little disclaimer that sounds like a male Helen Zille.

So I got to thinking that perhaps I should post a disclaimer, for the benefit of my readers (both of you) who may mistakenly take all of what I write as fact or personal experience. When in truth I live in a very vivid imaginary world, where I exist as several different people. For example, Lilly is loosely based on my own life. She’s a mom, and finds out about her husband’s philandering ways. Molly is a 20something single girl, on the brink of a career in the publishing business, and trying figure out if true love exists. Lilo is divorced and finding her feet as a single parent and a second chance at happiness.

Then there are several nameless souls in hazy scenes in my mind.

Here’s another example. A long time ago I wrote a poem about a losing a child. A woman who came across my poem wrote to me saying she too had lost a baby and could relate to my pain. She could relate to my words. I felt intense guilt and never wrote back because I had never actually miscarried. At times, when inspired by lord alone knows what, I am able to write as if personally in a situation. I can empathise.

So readers (lol, hilarious) please don’t panic when you read something shocking. It might be fact, it might be fiction. I kind of like the idea that you’d be left wondering when its which.

Letter to my husband

Aren't you lonely?
Don't you wish you had a wife?
I sure wish I had a husband.
Someone to share things with
From the mundane
To the insane.
But someone who didn't think
My thoughts were lame
Or who found me a pain.
Who doesn't mind that I
Speak in rhyme
Or whose criticism I didn't
Fear all the time.
Don't you wish you had someone to
hold, to cuddle, to kiss.
Just someone to think of,
Someone to miss.
Unfortunately you're stuck with me.
How unlucky could you be.
Perhaps I could suggest a remedy.
Divorce Attorney Maybe?