About ten years ago, a female “admirer” reached out on social media telling me how much she loved my work and we began a fairly professional relationship. But over time, our discussions became more intimate and she eventually pried out the fact that my marriage was not in a good place.
One day she invited me over for lunch. She was so proud of this one Italian dish and thought it would be fun to talk about life, our mutual interest in the arts, and just enjoy friendly company.
When I arrived, she was even more bubbly in person than I could have imagined. She was Latina, with big brown eyes, wavy black hair, olive skin, a true hour-glass figure, a bright smile, and she was wearing an orange sundress.
She gave me a big hug and then invited me into the kitchen. We had a lovely lunch, laughing and sharing stories, and then she asked me if I wanted to stay and watch a movie. She asked if I had ever seen Richard Gere’s “Unfaithful” and I told her that I hadn’t.