Chapter 44, Affairs Circle Crumbles, I Move On
Thumper made, "Now Now", an Affairs Circle star. Others sought my advice. My consul was; manage your affairs by putting family first, avoid young alpha males and pursue Omegas.
A trophy ring quest ensued. Erica
dated a Japanese produce man we nicknamed Tojo. He was short, married and
enthralled by his Nordic goddess. He delivered produce to restaurants which
demanded the best and she had fruits and vegetables unattainable in the grocery
with us also placing orders.
He bought her a trophy ring but she
continued dating young alpha males and tried to entice me into having sex with
them at her house in mini orgies. I declined and avoided visiting when they
came to her house. She was never jealous
and didnít expect her lovers to be faithful but I was and did.
Within a year of breaking up with Darryl the "Affairs Circle" imploded. By 1983 AIDS reared its ugly head. Prior to it a condom was considered a hindrance in an affair with the woman expected to be on the ďpillĒ. Now it was a mandatory accessory.
Over half the Affairs Circle members
divorced, most due to a husband's discovery but for a few wives left to marry their
lover. None who divorced moved up in mate or economically. For most it was a
steep step down. One married her young alpha stud then tried desperately to
find him a high paying job like her ex gave. She wanted to continue the life
style she considered she was entitled and accustomed too. Her precipitous fall
ended as a twice divorced, middle aged woman with baggage. It was her who
desperately sought a high paying job. She ended up as a grocery store clerk.
Erica was caught, in bed, by her
husband's private investigator. Avoiding barhopping with her and her house when
men were there saved me. Her husband demanded child custody and no alimony. Nervous
about receiving a subpoena to testify in a divorce I developed a complex
limited relationship to avoid being dragged into the muck. It was unnecessary.
She eagerly agreed for a cash settlement, packed sans son and left to where the
action was, LA.
His having custody was best. She
visited for a couple of years after and titillated with her amorous exploits.
She then met what she needed, a controlling dominate male and remarried. He
managed her by never letting her out of his sight. They soon had kids. She
visited with him once but we only got to talk in whispers when he was in the
other room. She no longer had anything amorous to say, was happy to be
controlled. Itís what she needed.
Those who stayed married either
evaded exposure or threw their lover under the bus and had a husband who
forgave. Some gained weight, dressed slovenly and blamed others for their
condition. Others reconnected to their marriage, kept trim and adorned and
continued the battle of the sexes. I joined the latter.
The 70ís were over. Promiscuity was
again out. The Red Guards of AIDS and other STDs crushed the sexual Cultural Revolution. I
wondered if Edward knew things others didnít from his research.
I was a survivor, happily married with children, partly due to stealth but also luck. Luck, luck I didnít slip and trip, luck my husband didnít stumbled on the truth and luck condoms kept me safe. Maybe it wasnít luck. Maybe it was my guardian angel, or my husbandís or the kidís. Maybe God saved me. It didnít matter, I accepted my survivorís fate and skipped the ďwhat ifís.
The kids needed attention as their school activities and playing sports expanded. I was a full time mom and faithful wife. I stopped flirting.
Then coming home from work one evening in 1984 my husband announced.
ďHoney we need to talk. I need to talk about something serious. You donít need to answer right away but I do need an answer. Itís complicated. Weíll discuss it after dinner.Ē