Lunch with Sanja actually ended up being a pretty good time...

Lunch with Sanja actually ended up being a pretty good time. I was well into my second glass of wine by the time we finally got around to talking about the incident with Jessica this past Monday. Jessica has told me that she hadn’t done a very good backpedaling on blowing my secret about Connor, and my primary goal for this lunch was to completely acknowledge my “indiscretion” and paint it as a brief affair that I knew was best to end early. The problem in my mind was that the two of us had already previously discussed my miscarriage and what a tremendously painful experience it was for me. Did she now think I was the kind of woman who would have saddled my unwitting husband with helping me to raise another man’s baby had circumstances turned out differently? I honestly just didn’t want her seeing me as that type of wife, and I certainly didn’t want that to be my reputation should it get out. So reconciling the two conflicting sides of this little story seemed like it was going to be a hard sell. Sanja listened quietly as I wove my narrative. I finished by telling her that, even though I’ve only known her briefly, I really couldn’t stand the thought of her thinking me some some sort of diabolical slut. And I asked her if we could please just keep this between ourselves. (Incidentally, I’m certain that she’s already relayed some aspect of this story to Raef, and I’m not really certain yet about how to get that toothpaste back in the tube.) Sanja beamed me a huge smile when I’d finished and she promised me that I could most definitely count on her to keep my secret. And to prove it, she told me one of her own. She said that it was her desperation to save her marriage is actually what ultimately led to the affair that ended it. Because, as she put it, getting herself kn0cked up one more time was the only thing that was going to do it. And just maybe, her delusional mind was telling her, she might have better luck carrying to term with someone other than her husband. So she figured, who better to do the job than the sexiest stud at her gym. She also figured that since he happened to be married himself, he’d be unlikely to do anything to disrupt her marriage. Little did she know at the time what a walking time b0mb the guy was going to be. It had all seemed so foolproof, she said. I honestly can’t say I blame her, given her situation. But to think I was actually worried about how she might think of me. And then she finished by saying, “So no, I would not have thought worse of you in the least. Birds of a feather..., as they say.” I might just have myself a new co-BFF! Here are a couple little blooper outtakes from a video hubby and I made last weekend. I think he sometimes gets a little frustrated with me. But the pussy more than makes up for it is my guess 😆 As always, your generous tips are appreciated.