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.




Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Three Day Date

Wed, Jun 6, 2012 at 12:10 AM

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

 You go to bed too fucking early!
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Wed, Jun 6, 2012 at 9:22 AM

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

That wasn’t exactly what I meant when I said I love to see your emails first thing in the morning. I have to be at work at 6 am 6 days a week right now (I am off next Friday!). I need my sleep. Besides, my wife is getting suspicious. When she went to bed last night she said, “Don’t stay up all night chatting with your girlfriend over the internet.” We need to be careful.

There is construction in my office building every morning. It is so loud and so early. I can barely think straight.

I was thinking we could meet at 230 Fifth on Tuesday. It is a very cool rooftop bar. I will find a plan B in case of bad weather. Wednesday, we could meet at the Gaslight lounge in the meatpacking district. It is close to the Highline. We could take a walk in the park. I am still working on Thursday evening. Take a look at those places and let me know what you think.

I am going to be busy today. Several of my staff are going to be late. I have to run uptown now. It could be a little crazy. What are you up to?

Me
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Wed, Jun 6, 2012 at 11:31 AM

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

I’m sorry : (  That was an unedited expression of an immediate and immature response to disappointment and frustration at not being able to “talk” to you. I guess when everybody around my house goes to bed at around 10, it’s one thing, at around 12 it’s another. You wake up very early. I thought you get up more around 7:30/8:00.

I’m a bit confused though. It seems that your wife takes little notice of your life in a way that it’s not both of your shows, but it’s her show, and she’s given you a part in it, the part of the main character’s husband. And so, you do have a lot of flexibility, but when you’re in her presence, she keeps close tabs on you, like when she comes to your performances and makes you go home early. Did she say that about a girlfriend as a joke? Or is there something you can spot in your behavior that has changed or suggest that you need an outlet, or something different or more? On the other hand, it could be reality crashing in. I think any woman might feel that when she doesn’t love her man the way she is supposed to, then another woman might. I mean, what does she think you should do for the rest of your life, masturbate?! So, it might be her own behavior that arouses her suspicion. No matter why, it isn’t good. Is your computer a desk top or a lap top? If you haven’t installed the thing to make the keys quieter, maybe we shouldn’t chat at all. It’s safer that way.

I checked out the places. I’ve been to 230 Fifth for my niece’s birthday party. It’s really nice. And the Gaslight looks absolutely perfect! You’re introducing a whole new face of the city to me.

I hope work isn’t too taxing today.

XO

R.
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Wed, Jun 6, 2012 at 12:29 PM

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

Don’t be sorry. I was flattered, turned on even. I could imagine your expression when you said it. I love the passion.

She calls everything from my job to my guitar my girlfriend. I can’t really be sure what she was getting at. I may be different since we met. The changes may be subtle, but I spend a lot of time thinking about you and that makes me smile. Maybe she is worried because I am happier and she hasn’t done anything to cause it.

It may also be a short term thing. She usually crashes early but the last few nights things have kept her up later than usual. The thing I am talking about is so I can use my ipod touch instead of my laptop which clicks. She sleeps downstairs, but it is an open stairway.

We can still chat, in fact must chat. Just have to do it in moderation.

I want to make sure you have a good time. Gaslight has couches! I love the neighborhood it is in. You are a perfect reason to explore it. Just don’t get too distracted by the venues. I need your attention on me. I will certainly be focused on your beautiful face and killer hot bod.

XOXOXOXOXO

Me
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Wed, Jun 6, 2012 at 1:02 PM

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

Well, I’ve been accused of a lot of things in life, but not having passion is definitely not one of them. Be it writing, child rearing, or something I really want—total absorption. So, as it happens, you’re what I want. Don’t worry, I’m not a stalker : )

If everything besides her is your girlfriend, then anything besides her is a competition and perhaps a threat. Very weird.

It has been damn bad luck on both our ends on the going to bed issue. I know mine probably won’t last long. I understand now what you mean about the ipod touch as opposed to the laptop. No door between where she sleeps and where you sit is definitely an issue, thank GOD there are two doors, a stairway and a hallway between my husband and me.

I used to not care at all where we met, except for the first day, because where you chose would show who you are to some degree. But now I think I will be too distracted by all the uberness of the place and you will have to remind me that you’re there. I might just forget!!!. I hope it’s coming through that I’m being extremely facetious. I love that Gaslight seems to have booths with curtains around them. I wonder whether one can draw them? Remember, there was this restaurant some years back called Bed? Where people ate on beds and I think there were curtains. I always meant to go, but never went.

It’s going to be mayhem here in about an hour with everyone back. So, I wouldn’t be able to write until much later. We’re set on the Tuesday time. What time do you want to meet on Wednesday?

XXXOOO

me : )
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Wed, Jun 6, 2012 at 1:45 PM

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

You are what I want too. We are perfect for each other.

I didn’t notice the curtains. I hope we can draw them! It would be hard to forget about me because I will be draped all over you. Your skinny little waist seems to draw my arms and hands to it.

Tuesday we are meeting at 4:40, right? I could meet you on Wednesday by 4:30. What about Thursday? My schedule is pretty clear. How late are you staying? Are you going to spend the night?

XOXOXOXOXO

Me
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Wed, Jun 6, 2012 at 2:28 PM

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

 
I’m counting on the drapes, fabric and otherwise : ) I love it when you refer to my body or body parts as skinny and little.
 
Yes, Tuesday at 4:40. I’ll drop the kids off at 4:30 on 35th and Fifth, then walk down to 230 Fifth at 27th Street. On Wednesday, I can probably do 4:30 and stay as late as you like until about 9:30. On Thursday, I have to wait to drop off Nadia at 5:30 at her friend's house and come down, so I'll get to you about 6:00 or so depending on where we meet, and the traffic. I can stay until late like 1 or 2, or if the bed is firm, I may spend the night, depends on how I feel. I'll bring a joint. And you, how late can you stay?
I can’t wait to put you in my mouth. Tease you, lick you, then suck you, so slow and firm, then fast and firm. OK then, shouldn’t have said that. I guess I shouldn’t have a drink at this hour, but I’m hosting a birthday party for Nadia’s 12th tonight at 6:00 at Max Brenner for 15 kids, then have to watch Men in Black III on 3D with 15 kids, then drive Isabela to her sleep over in Pleasantville,  Westchester! So, I figured I need to start the good cheer EARLY!

XO

R.
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Wed, Jun 6, 2012 at 4:24 PM

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

Oh Lord, the girls’ school is in the New York Times Sunday Magazine in the worst possible way. I’m groaning here!!!
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Wed, Jun 6, 2012 at 4:31 PM

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

Uh oh. At least it isn’t about them, or is it?

By the way, I can stay on Thursday until 1 or 2. I can’t spend the night which is too bad. I would love to wake up with you. We should probably set an alarm.

I will bring a j too. I don’t use filters and probably smoke a harsher grade than you. I also probably smoke more.

Good luck with the kids. I am exhausted just thinking about it. 15 kids!.

 




 
 
 

 

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