Today I became a mistress. Well, this morning I did.
As of two weeks ago I didn't have any intention of being a mistress. I was single of about a year, having been stupid enough to get into a relationship with my boss at the time who turned out to be a dick. That's a lie, he was always a dick, I just couldn't see it through the act.
Then, after arriving at his house on his birthday with breakfast and finding a girl in his bed, I decided it might be time to leave. If anyone is interested, I imagine he still is a dick given I was told last year he had a conference call with his third wife, and the girl he was cheating on her with. True story.
But I digress. So two weeks ago I received a text message from a man I had met a few months earlier. At 10 years older than me, he knows what he wants in life. Men my age are not my bag in the slightest. I don't want to spend my days eating crusty leftover pizza and sleeping on a mattress on the floor. I don't want to have to have beer drinking competitions or try and pretend I like the sex. You don't get that with the older man. The older man is a real man, and sometimes I like to be told what to do by someone who means it.
So two weeks ago I received a text message, from someone that is unlike anyone I have ever met.
Yes he's married, yes I have reservations. But at this stage I'm curious. Am I being cruel? Am I being adventurous? Am I heartless? Who knows. Maybe, but this is an adventure I want to take. Like a bitch.
