And Another One - 06/02/10 07:34 PM
Another one of those frustratingly interesting things happened yesterday, and again this morning.
The cafeteria simulator on this campus has reorganized and several new people recently started working there. One is a cute 20 something year old. Maybe late 20�s.
She and I talk while I get lunch, if I get lunch. I skip lunch most days. I know she has a dog, is not married and never has been. Parents live in the eastern part of the state. Stuff like that.
She knows almost nothing about me. I think I have mentioned I have my pilot�s license, ski every chance I get, was in Scotland last fall, have a son and we spend much of the summer at the lake house. Stuff like that. She knows I am married. She has got to think I am old
Late yesterday, as I was leaving the building, she asked me out to a movie next weekend. She knows I like Science Fiction (the other SF) and almost had me with her suggested title.
Damn.
I was not dumbfounded. This sort of thing happens to me more than rarely.
But still. Damn.
I said thanks, but I can�t. I lied and said wife and I were doing something. We aren�t. We never do. I keep myself busy. But, I am still married - if only on paper.
Sometimes I wish adultery were not a mortal sin. How come I can resist committing adultery, time after time, but no one else on this stupid planet seems to be able to resist even once?
Adulterers and former adulterers must I think I am not really human. I am beginning to wonder about that myself.
None of my ENs have ever been met in this marriage. Ever. None. At all. And I have had opportunity after opportunity to affair up, to affair down, to affair all over the place for years and years. But I can�t. I just can�t. I always run the other way. Adulterous wife admits I always met her ENs very well. Yet she had the VLTA and not me. Go figure that one out MB.
And before anyone says it, getting the D won�t make any difference. I will not be able to get married again in the Church. And the alternative is still called fornication, last I looked.
She was bubbly and happy this morning. While she made me a latte she said she was still free next weekend, and the weekend after too.
Damn.
Now I�m going to have to get my latte before I get to work.
eta: Why am I even posting this? I don�t know, actually. Frustration, perhaps.
The cafeteria simulator on this campus has reorganized and several new people recently started working there. One is a cute 20 something year old. Maybe late 20�s.
She and I talk while I get lunch, if I get lunch. I skip lunch most days. I know she has a dog, is not married and never has been. Parents live in the eastern part of the state. Stuff like that.
She knows almost nothing about me. I think I have mentioned I have my pilot�s license, ski every chance I get, was in Scotland last fall, have a son and we spend much of the summer at the lake house. Stuff like that. She knows I am married. She has got to think I am old
Late yesterday, as I was leaving the building, she asked me out to a movie next weekend. She knows I like Science Fiction (the other SF) and almost had me with her suggested title.
Damn.
I was not dumbfounded. This sort of thing happens to me more than rarely.
But still. Damn.
I said thanks, but I can�t. I lied and said wife and I were doing something. We aren�t. We never do. I keep myself busy. But, I am still married - if only on paper.
Sometimes I wish adultery were not a mortal sin. How come I can resist committing adultery, time after time, but no one else on this stupid planet seems to be able to resist even once?
Adulterers and former adulterers must I think I am not really human. I am beginning to wonder about that myself.
None of my ENs have ever been met in this marriage. Ever. None. At all. And I have had opportunity after opportunity to affair up, to affair down, to affair all over the place for years and years. But I can�t. I just can�t. I always run the other way. Adulterous wife admits I always met her ENs very well. Yet she had the VLTA and not me. Go figure that one out MB.
And before anyone says it, getting the D won�t make any difference. I will not be able to get married again in the Church. And the alternative is still called fornication, last I looked.
She was bubbly and happy this morning. While she made me a latte she said she was still free next weekend, and the weekend after too.
Damn.
Now I�m going to have to get my latte before I get to work.
eta: Why am I even posting this? I don�t know, actually. Frustration, perhaps.