Browsing craigslist personals is one of my absolute favorite hobbies. I usually only browse when I’m in need of a pick me up. Nothing like the sad depravity of the interwebs to remind myself that I am in fact, doing pretty fucking well- all things considered.
I happened upon a post from a married man who was seeking an affair. He didn’t want it to be only about the sex- he wanted a real connection as well. He also asserted he was really a sweet guy, but this just had to be done. Fact of life.
For the first time in two years, I opened up word and began furiously typing out a response to him. I let him know that this was dark, hungry, work and definitely not pretty by any stretch of the imagination. I let him know that I thought he was deluding himself in thinking that this was really something quite sweet. It’s selfish. It’s dark. Don’t sugar coat it. Own it. If you are going to be a jackass, just fucking own it.
He penned back that he thought I was a little off base, but that I intrigued him. O rly? My ego, having been freshly stroked, was ready for more. I penned back to him explaining that I had some of the same longings. And that I’d gone down the road before, with some pretty fantastic experiences. It changed my life. Completely. Had I not had the affair, I would not be the same girl.
He never wrote back.
But he awakened the she-wolf in me. She’d been sleeping for quite some time. And now she wanted to hunt. I appeased her and promised we’d keep looking at posts until we found something else that might be suitable.
The good posts never came. A week went by. Then two. Nothing. Nada. Zip. I was ready to write the whole thing off.
But then on a whim I decided to look in the platonic sections. And there he was. My unicorn.
He was married, looking for something a little bit more substantial than a one shot, but nothing too crazy. Nothing too deep. You know, just something fun. To pass the time, I guess. He sounded intelligent. A little nervous. Like he wasn’t all that good at this sort of thing.
She-wolf, meet prey. Prey, meet she-wolf.
The hunt was on. I composed my e-mail to him and shot it off. He responded that same evening- that he was going to bed, but I’d have more in the morning.
And more I did.