Torn Apart--Avoiding the Mistress Trap: Part II

by Julie Robinson

  The truth had to be spoken.  Your reply is heard loudly and totally. . . .

THIS POST HAS BEEN DELETED BY THE AUTHOR AT THE REQUEST OF "CLINT."

 

 

 

Batshit Crazy is for the Birds

by Julie Robinson

  One of the pitfalls of not owning a TV is that other people need to clue you in on what’s going on in the world.  The morning of 9/11 I got a call from Clint:  “Turn on your radio.  You need to hear what’s going on.”   Yesterday I heard about the mass murders in Aurora, Colorado at the midnight screening of Dark Knight Rises from friends on Facebook.  Today I texted Kenny—he only lives one block from the theater—to make sure he is okay. Thankfully, he is.  As of the time of this writing it is reported that 14 people died and 50 were injured by a lone gunman on July 20, 2012.  Colorado has itself another Columbine.      

A lot of us in Colorado are thinking about what went so incredibly wrong Friday night.  There are lovely graphic images (like the one on this post) being shared among friends, prayers galore, and lots and lots of sadness.  Some of my friends may assume that my emphasis on the mental health of the perpetrator comes from my bleeding liberal heart.  Folks, it’s a lot closer to home than that. 

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Torn Apart--Avoiding the Mistress Trap: Part I

by Julie Robinson
   Married men don’t typically try and lure me into their bedrooms.  If on a rare occasion a married guy does try to seduce me—I do a pretty good job of deflecting the situation until it fizzles out.  Of course, I have been tricked into having sex with a married guy (sick bastard, I know), but if I’m going into the situation with my eyes wide open I have a firm policy—the answer is NO.

And just like every rule that has ever been written, recently I broke my NO policy, agreed to meet a former lover who is now married, and gained some pretty important wisdom in the whole process.  For those of you whose skin is crawling right about now, just keep on reading—will ya?—nothing happened OR is going to happen OR could happen.  The pull drawing me toward this man—and him to me—is now over.

Here’s what I learned:

Because Dear Ol' Abby Just Won't Do: A Response to a Reader

by Julie Robinson

  Dear Rhonda—

I want to start this letter off by stating that I really appreciate your situation.  You are in a very difficult place and whatever you decide to do is going to lead to a certain amount of initial suffering.  Change does that, and quite frankly, you are due for some pretty serious change based on what you told me. 

Here is the gist of what I got from your letter—you have given up everything humanly possible to be with a man who loves you but is not in love with you.  When you connected initially he was turned on by the chase/chemistry/sexually charged atmosphere and now that he has you there on his turf to care for him you are both comfortable—to a degree—but not as committed as you would like to be.  At some point you would like to marry this man and have his children even though he has told you that that will never happen.  You feel the tug of society (and that damn biological clock) and want to either make a clean break from this man or somehow get him to change his mind.  You are “blissfully happy” while also clearly going a wee bit insane wondering what can be done to get you and him to where YOU think you want to be. 

Who's the Creepiest of Them All? A What? Not! Quiz

by Julie Robinson

  Even though it’s summer AND it’s hot out AND school has let out for the year AND if you’re reading this you probably graduated years ago—I have a quiz for you.  What can I say?  I taught English for years and old habits die hard.

Below I’ve cut and pasted four different responses I’ve received in response to my online dating profile.  In order for you to best surmise the creepiest response of them all, you need a little background information:  I go on and off of Plenty of Fish pretty regularly, meet some really great guys, and also end up in contact with some total losers.  In order to email me you must be between the ages of 40-50, include a picture, and write a minimum of 50 words. 

My profile header is “Solar Powered” and reads like this: