The number three reason that I am having an affair is because I would like someone to buy me a drink. Actually buy the drink, not with funds from our joint checking account. And I will order a top shelf martini.
Being married and having an affair has taught me a lot about appreciating the small gestures that were of so little consequence to me when I was single. An ungrateful spouse has taught me to appreciate the gratitude that my lover displays. Every sip of that top shelf martini leaves me feeling a little more appreciated than a did before it passed through my lips.
I like to sit at the bar with the man who is not my husband. We frequent a place out of the way of the scrutiny of my neighbors. I sit there, still dressed for work, vodka cocktail in my hand, and savor the pure bliss for just a moment before I return to the gray-tinged chaos that is the rest of my life.
The third reason for my affair is an icy cold, vodka and olive moment of serenity.
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