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So glad to fling

Jul 18th, 2008

Pre-marriage, my husband and I were always all over each other. Day in and day out we never wanted to be apart. More than the physical attraction between us, it was, perhaps, what you might call true intimacy: Our hearts were—still are—into our relationship and it’s been great.

Yet lo and behold: perfection never exists. Somewhere down the road, a different need sprung between us. After being together for over 20 years, that way-overdue “itch” finally hit us. What’s wonderful about it is that neither of us feels threatened by it. In fact, we were more than willing to admit it to ourselves and together work something out to help the situation. Three guesses what we agreed to do…

Fling.

Yes! And we’re even very excited about it, like we’re 15 years younger and back in some sort of a dating scene. I believe it’s what people call “open relationship”nowadays. I’m so willing to meet other men whom I can share mutually fun times with… which can of course lead to more intimate moments. It’s a late phase in my life but it’s a new experience and definitely want to enjoy it. So does my eager husband—let’s just say he’s finally gonna let the playboy within goof around with other women and he’s more than willing to savor this experiment. After all, it is every married man’s fantasy to have discreet affairs with a young woman curious about older guys or another housewife also wanting to try new things for herself.

I’m so glad we’re flinging. It’s a very welcome thing for us to meet new people for fun and mutual companionship. We love each other and we’ll always be together in marriage, but it’s also healthy to allow others help us attend to our personal needs. For sure, this experiment will strengthen our bond more as husband and wife.

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Me, myself and unsatisfied

Jul 18th, 2008

On our first few years as a married couple Trevor and I—like other married people, I bet—for lack of a more grown-up expression, had a blast. We shared anything and everything and we loved every day of it. We cooked together, ate together, shopped, read the morning paper, watched weekly movies together… even feed Fatty, our cat, together. We love each other and we were yelling it out to the world. And that’s just half of it: On the more exciting part of life we got to enjoy more our sex life. We shared fantasies. We shared passion and we were never shy. We loved making love!

Until our third child, our only daughter, was born. It was then that I began noticing changes in Trev. Small ones at first, then they escalated to bigger things. He began missing family dinners. He began sending me alone to do the grocery—lucky if he asks one of our sons to skip video games and go with me. He began missing out on our anniversaries (first kiss, first date, wedding anniversary!). His and his buddies’ baseball nights have stretched to weekend road trips. To all-nighters at his friends’ private parties. To mysterious gifts for friends’ she-cousins whom I never met despite all the birthdays they supposedly had celebrated.

And his mood—suddenly I lost touch on how to push his buttons. Lately it’s like grumpy now, grumpy again later. More than sad, it’s unfair. I even tried losing weight and regain my pre-mom body and looking more beautiful and sexier than my age for him to notice me again. But apparently, our gap has become bigger than my insecurities. The heat between us is gone and I don’t interest him anymore. Our friendship is off. The sex drive is lost… Now that I think of it, we haven’t had sex in the last seven months. We haven’t kissed in the lips since god knows when and I can’t even remember when we last went to bed at the same time!

I miss my husband. I miss the fun we used to have. I miss the passion and heat we used to share. I miss the connection. To him I am nothing but his housewife who cooks his meals. I love him so much and I don’t want to leave him… but it’s becoming too lonely and boring for me as well. It can be just a phase between me and Trevor but I have needs and I deserve to satisfy them now.

I need to do something.

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Wanted: Real Men

Jul 17th, 2008

So yeah I dumped this yuppie who loves his race car more than anything else. I thought he was hot when we met at a bar the other week, but turned out he was man enough only until the third date—and the second base. Other than that, he has nothing else to talk about other than wheels and mugs and headlights and what-do-I-know-about-those-car-crap. Next thing I knew I was again wasting a nice tube top one Saturday night when he spent the entire evening arguing over his racer buddy which new car is the best. I should’ve known better than to agree on a snack in their favorite hangout. Kept exchanging looks with that buddy’s girlfriend too and both of us knew we picked the wrong guys. So two days later: buh-bye.

BTW that was also before I gave the boot to this other loser who wouldn’t go out with me unless his mommy approves the places we’d be going to. I mean, hello! Was there a parole or something?

I am sooo fed up with guys my age or below, a.k.a. boys pretending to be men. I’m 25. I’m too young and wild to be their mother! I want real passion, if not equal to mine then perhaps greater, which will definitely satisfy my needs as a woman. I want new things, new experiences. I want more fun, more excitement, more thrills! I do want to play more, but this time I want to play with real men. Time to tap into an the ultimate date source: older men.

From what I’ve heard, they know how to treat a lady right, above all things. They have more experiences, so us young women can definitely learn a thing or two from them… making older men the ideal activity partner: single bachelors and even eager husbands. I wouldn’t mind cheating with one husband or two. Or seven. I’m sure those a bit tired from their wives are willing to meet young women like me for new experiences too. (And we have new tricks to show them as well, right girls?) Well, as long as they give me what I need from a real man, then we’re all good…

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