Almost four years ago, I fell in love for the first time--twenty-five years too late--and began an affair. Over the years, Kevin and I have met several times a week and email several times a day. I have kept almost all of the emails that I sent to him and that he sent to me. Along the way, there has been laughter and tenderness and heat...and heartache.

This blog is the posting of our daily emails. It chronicles the lives of two people over a four year period so far, and tells the story of our burgeoning love against the backdrop of New York City.

The names and addresses have been changed to protect the innocent; the rest is 100% real.

The daily update structure helps keep the blog as authentic as possible as well as living up to its title. It also strives to provide the reader with the kind of pleasure that a soap opera offers--a daily dose of voyeuristic fun.

Please begin at the beginning, otherwise, little will make sense.

Enjoy.




Sunday, November 16, 2014

Sleepwear

Sun, Jun 10, 2012 at 9:49 AM

From: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX
To: Claudia Bonn@ XXXXX.XXX

 Good morning my love,

It was nice chatting last night. I am glad we had a chance to connect. I haven’t been able to get you and your hot body off my mind. You are quite a distraction.

I am headed out for a run. Today is Puerto Rican Day. It will be a zoo in the park. Not much else going on. What are you up to?

 XOXOXO

SNB
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Sun, Jun 10, 2012 at 12:22 PM

From: Claudia Bonn@ XXXXX.XXX
To: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX

Good morning!

Thanks for writing me in the morning. I love that! I watched another movie last night before I went to bed. It was a French romantic comedy called The Names of Love. It was really good. Only the French can combine all this serious stuff into a romance and pull it off. It reminded me of us. It was “instant play” on Netflix. I really like that feature of theirs.

You are quite a distraction too. Yesterday, I walked out of CVS without an item I had bought, then forgot to turn off the hose in the yard. The water wasn’t gushing out because it has this head attached to it, but the hose has a slight leak so it wasn’t that great.

Today, I have to speak to the Vice President of the school’s Parents Association with whom I’m close about this scandal, then I’m taking off. I'm for sure returning those shoes, going to the Apple store, and perhaps even shopping. I’m not an avid shopper, which is a good thing because I never have the time, but I like to go once in a while. Do you like shopping?

Last night I kept thinking about what it would be like being with you, touching you…Tuesday will be so much fun : )

 I  U
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Sun, Jun 10, 2012 at 1:45 PM

From: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX
To: Claudia Bonn@ XXXXX.XXX

You were the first thing I thought of this morning. I wanted to write right away. I have Roya on the brain.

That conversation with the VP of the school sounds like it could be unpleasant. I hope that turns out well. I haven’t read the article yet. Not sure I want to. I get enough of that stuff in Sunday School.

Tuesday will be fun.  Where are you planning to touch me? I am excited just thinking about having your hands on me.

I love you Roya.

Me
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Sun, Jun 10, 2012 at 3:08 PM

From: Claudia Bonn@ XXXXX.XXX
To: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX

Im at the apple store seeing about my dead pod. This is a DROID so maybe that’s why it keeps dropping the I : )

I don’t know about touching u. I was considering it…but I don’t know…don’t want to offend the conservative u.

U r getting so groped the first chance I get!
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Sun, Jun 10, 2012 at 3:21 PM

From: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX
To: Claudia Bonn@ XXXXX.XXX

On Broadway by Lincoln Center?
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Sun, Jun 10, 2012 at 3:22 PM

From: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX
To: Claudia Bonn@ XXXXX.XXX

You should be prepared to be groped and French kissed yourself. I am so into you. This week + wait is a lot. I miss you.
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Sun, Jun 10, 2012 at 5:38 PM

From: Claudia Bonn@ XXXXX.XXX
To: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX

Yes, I was around there. I had to return shoes at century 21. My pod is alive thank god. I got caught in that terrible uber tacky parade u warned me about. Yes, ur girlfriend is a moron. So many grotesque obese people. Yuck! I found jeans at diesel, thank god. I hate switching brands. Now im at bloomingdales, just wandering. The kids won’t be home until 8 or 9.

There is an organic smoothie cart in ur hood. I had a great one for lunch. U have to try it!

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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 Sun, Jun 10, 2012 at 6:14 PM

From: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX
To: Claudia Bonn@ XXXXX.XXX

I sent you a text. Make sure you delete it. I was going to see if you wanted to meet.

Grotesque and wearing clothes that don’t fit. They deserved a parade though. Everyone else gets one and they have been here a long time. It is no more of a mess than Israeli day.

Have a great night. I hope you enjoyed your weekend of solitude.

Me
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Sun, Jun 10, 2012 at 9:55 PM

From: Claudia Bonn@ XXXXX.XXX
To: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX

You should be prepared to be groped and French kissed yourself. I am so into you. This week + wait is a lot. I miss you.
I’m exercising my fingers! I talk to you in my head. I have whole conversations with you like that. It’s kind of alarming. So, I’m finally home. It was a very successful day. I found everything I was looking for, so that made me happy. I love my lady at Bloomingdale’s. She never pushes anything, which is why I liked her in the first place, and she always gives me all these samples. She works for La Mer, the only cream that I’ve experienced that actually works. Are you metrosexual? Like do you enjoy talking face creams and clothes? My nephew does, but most guys don’t. So, if you don’t, that’s A all right with me : )

My conversation with the PA woman was kind of weird. The thing that I’m thinking here is: the people who will be the most hurt by this are the people who went to XX back then, many have kids there now, because they thought they were at one place when they were at a very different place. It’s a betrayal. I was also thinking that these are the only people who can help repair the school’s reputation. If they can speak-out for the school, it would be a lot more helpful than the administration. But all the PA woman was concerned about was whether this will bring out more victims out of the wood work, and somebody ends up suing the school, because the school is actually in debt after all the buildings they built during the 90s, and they badly need a new gym and pool. You should see the one River Manor Country School has! So, it’s all about money and libels. And still I guess people not talking about nothin’. I often feel so out of place in conventional society. I should be somewhere in Williamsburg with the fringe left.

Anyhow, it just started pouring. Boy, I was lucky to get in when I did! And I’ve walked the dog! I hope the girls are all right driving back. They just got on the road now, so they won’t get here until about 10 or later probably. It’s all right because they only have Lacrosse camp tomorrow which starts at 11 or 12, depending if they get lunch there or at home. And being teenage and tween, they will sleep in. I love that about teenagers, they sleep in! When they are young, they wake up at 6 or 7 and they just stay up! For night people like us, it’s a nightmare. You’ve spared yourself a decade of torture : )
 
So why did you major in psych? What were you going to do with it? I always liked psychology. I figured if I could figure out my parents, I could control them. I did figure them out, and I learned to control them, or rather not care if they approved of me. I also learned the most important thing: to forgive them. It has made my life so much easier than my brother’s and sister’s who never did figure that one out. Anger has been a life saver for me, but it’s also a very dis-stabilizing emotion. But it wasn’t really school that taught me that, it was more through analysis. I went in to learn how to be independent of men. I didn’t want to need to have one in my life or not feel whole. In Iran, we were brought up to be wives and mothers. Although my father was hugely open-minded. He forbade any of us to get married before we were done with college. So, I went in and told Ilene (my analyst) that I wanted to be independent, and I became eventually, but not of men, of my mother which is a million times better!
 
So, I didn’t know what to do with psych. My brother suggested advertising or PR, but I didn’t want to be a whore. I wanted to be an artiste : ) Now, I'm like riiiiiight! If they paid me, I’d write that Hitler was a charming Scandinavian! In college, my GPA, due to excessive partying was a low B, so my friends kept saying, "People like us won't get into the Masters program in psych, let’s go into social work, then we can still practice." Stupid, un-mentored me didn’t even check with a dean or anybody, besides the fact that I should’ve been in the school of journalism if not psych, not social work, but I talked my way in. And did it for 6 months. All my grades were As. I was a straight A student again, and that makes me feel proud to earn As at Columbia gad school. But I couldn’t stand the field work. Elder abuse on Fordham Road. Basically, I would’ve dealt but they wanted us there way too early, at 9. My classes were always in the afternoons. So, one day I just quit. A big mistake! Because now, I could’ve easily contributed to the family finances if I had gotten my degree. But I wrote, and got published, and that was good. And here I am now : )
 
OK, have I bored you to tears? Good! That’s the price of getting groped on Tuesday!
 
Bottom line, once the girls get here, I don’t know how long it will be before I can settle them down, since it’s been about 48 hours that they haven’t seen me. So, they have to complain about absolutely everything! So, you may be in bed by then, since you have work tomorrow. What do your pjs look like? Do you wear both top and bottom, or just bottoms? I sleep in a big t-shirt with nothing underneath. So, if you were here, you could’ve easily slid your hand anywhere you wanted.

I love you, my love, so much.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
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Sun, Jun 10, 2012 at 10:12 PM

From: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX
To: Claudia Bonn@ XXXXX.XXX

I won’t be up late tonight. Let’s try for tomorrow night. We can email tomorrow.

I am not metrosexual. I sleep in underwear and socks. Sometimes I wear sweatpants. Your t-shirt sounds sexy. I am turned on thinking about it. I am really looking forward to rubbing our naked bodies together.

Goodnight my love. Our time is getting close!

Love you,

SNB
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Sun, Jun 10, 2012 at 9:55 PM

From: Claudia Bonn@ XXXXX.XXX
To: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX

I am not metrosexual. I sleep in underwear and socks.
That’s funny. So, you just shed your clothes and get into bed?
 
Sometimes I wear sweatpants.
You told me pjs! Are you trying to take it back?
 
Your t-shirt sounds sexy. I am turned on thinking about it. I am really looking forward to rubbing our naked bodies together.
Goodnight my love. Our time is getting close!
Sweet dreams.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


 

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