And he’s so different from the kind of man I’m used to. He’s not older than me. He’s not married. (Never been married.) He doesn’t have kids. He’s really handsome and boyish and when I’m with him it’s like I’m trying on a new style of dress that I’ve never worn before. I feel a little uncomfortable in it, and I’m not sure if I recognize myself in the mirror. But I like seeing a different me looking back at me. It’s refreshing.
I wasn’t free until late tonight, so we met at a supermarket. We bought Pop Tarts and iced cream and then had a picnic on a quiet bench outside the market. We kissed and held hands and talked a lot. I think I’m also different from the kind of woman he is used to. (Maybe the kind of girl he’s used to.)
It sort of left me wanting more. It felt good in his arms. We kissed slowly, just connecting and getting used to each other. I think illicit sex is good when it involves meeting and fucking shortly thereafter. But maybe with regular, non-cheating sex you need time to establish a connection. It sounds obvious, doesn’t it? But it wasn’t to me last week.
A Woman
