Something about a splinter from a chicken bone and Salmonella
Stand back folks, this here is a live one.
I think I just got a call from a married man. Here is the line from the email that made my spidey senses tingle:
“I have a few things going on relationship-wise; which we can discuss another time.”
And here is my response:
“When you say relationship-wise you have a few things going on, I know you said that we would discuss later, but it’s one of the things I need to know sooner. I have had some… we’ll call them “experiences” with married and otherwise occupied men. I am not going to lie to you and tell you that I am not going out on dates, but I am not dating anyone specifically. I do go out on dates with other men I have met out and about, but there is no one that I am currently dating or with whom I am sleeping. I guess that’s the other piece. I have been politely invited several times for “discreet play” and I have always turned down such lovely offers. While I think it’s fine, I am not interested in participating and while I respect others who do participate, I would not be comfortable if that occurred regularly within the bounds of a relationship.
Any other relationships are fine (i.e. you live with your parents or children) I respect that everyone is at different places in their lives and has different priorities.”
Well, he called this evening while I was running out the door to a 5:30 pedicure appointment. I said that he caught me at a bad time and could I call him back, then I looked at my phone and mentioned that his number didn’t show up. He said that he was calling from work and then made some comment about protecting the cell phone number. What is the point of a cell if not to give the number out to strangers, unless of course you are concerned about your wife answering the call or scrolling through the recent call list? He went on to say that he would be running all over the place tonight and wanted to set a time to call. I told him I would be going out tomorrow night with my friends and then Friday I was heading out to the beach for the weekend, so he could call Monday if he so wished.
Note to men: we know when you’re being shady, so stop.