Ours was a comfortable and safe neighborhood, a small modest middle-class subdivision where families quickly found each other and took turns rotating play dates and sleepovers. Each child of mine found their favorite family and formed early friendships that would last for years. Of course, the children brought us moms together where we got acquainted and grew to enjoy each other's company in friendship; in some cases creating lasting bonds of camaraderie and connection.
Now, I have always been attracted to beautiful, charismatic, creative women. I love women who possess charm and self-possession, gracious and poised women who embodied their values and parented from a foundation of faith and virtue. I have never felt shame or shied away from my attractions as I always felt that it was natural- and for men, too- hence the term, ‘bromance’. It was exciting to sense this feeling was mutual, though never openly acknowledged.
To me, this was the spice of life that kept my fantasy life alive and my juices flowing, which only served as fodder to unleash my imagination and ravish my husband, who I adore. This, I rationalized, though often a little naughty, only ensured my security and preserved the privilege of being able to stay home and do what I could to keep my husband’s love tank full.
As the years passed and our children grew older, I volunteered to help my neighbor Mary with restarting her cleaning business as she alternated between working for herself and working as a dental assistant.
Mary was petite like me. I appreciated how her sweet balanced features were always tastefully enhanced. Her lean and muscular figure showcased a full bosom which I envied. It was proportional and natural looking though I suspect they were enhanced. Her easy magnetic charm drew me in and in no time convinced me she was one to contend with. I found her sharp wit and dogged spirit sexy. She looked so fantastic in her tight tops and wore her perfectly faded, ripped jeans with expensive western boots. Oh, am I a sucker for eye candy! I loved to look at her.
She desperately wanted the finer things in life and had at one point betrayed some disappointment that her husband decided not to practice law after all she did to put him through law school. Read: She was meant to be a trophy wife of a power broker, dammit!
She had told me that they had hit some very rough patches in their marriage but they had gotten stronger through joining a good faith community. Her religious convictions and sense of justice were unflappably clear. I always listened and gave her the sense that I was a good friend to have and that I could be trusted with these confidences. I was true to that.
So we worked together, often at night for her business clients—allowing me to indulge my attraction to her and show her that I was the ‘real deal’, too. I had long accepted that my identity was somewhat androgynous, distinctly feminine, but with a healthy dose of testosterone, too. In general, I identified more with thrill-seeking, fear of commitment, and fickle or bold natures historically associated with males. I learned to play to this as a strength because I enjoyed feeling attractive to both sexes. While I am distinctly heterosexual, I have always appreciated the beauty and physicality of both sexes.