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, January 25, 2015

Balls On A Plate

Sat, Aug 25, 2012 at 10:19 AM

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

Good morning SYB:

I simply can't trust us, more me than you, anymore. So far, we've been lucky, but we have to stop this shit. Just like I'm helpless before food after I smoke a j, I'm helpless before you after a couple of drinks. I shouldn't have been having wine in the cab! I can't believe I made you unbutton in public and then put your hand inside my bra. I don't think anyone saw, but I get oblivious about our surroundings, so how would I really know?

I crashed last night so early, then woke up at 5 in the morning, thinking we're insane, we can't keep our hands off each other. I think we should limit our time in public. Also, for the last three times, starting from our drink before you left for vacation (unless she had called before but you muted it, or something), your wife's been calling. So, I hope nothing is going on there and it's just a coincidence. Also, I always wear this Chanel lipstick that doesn't come off on anything, except for the last couple of times (not yesterday, that was Chanel) I wore the kind that do come off, especially the red one, Chanel doesn't make red that doesn't come off. So, unless you're the one who takes your laundry to the cleaners, make sure your collared shirts have no lipstick on them.

I don't mean to sound paranoid but this is too good to ruin. Maybe we can do Thursday next week. Do you still get Fridays off after Labor Day too?

I love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HFG
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Sat, Aug 25, 2012 at 12:37 PM

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

Good morning HFG,

You are right.  I can't keep my hands, eyes or mouth off of you.  You are simply too hot.  It starts off ok.  We were mostly ok in the boathouse.  Once we got into the woods it was bad.  For the record, I unbutton voluntarily and excitedly.  It was a real turn on fooling around there like that.  Those woods are famous for that.  I think it would have been ok.  At any rate, it might wear off in time, or maybe you could just wear a burkha.  I guess we have to meet in private for a while.

There hasn't been a problem with the lipstick.  The only time I have gotten any on my collar was Tuesday.  Fortunately, I noticed it right away.  I took a shower there.  They have really great shampoo.  My hair felt great for two days!  I wore the robe for a while and watched tv.  I discovered it when I went to dress myself. 

The calls are about timing.  We speak most days at about 4.  Most days I can preempt it but these last few times I wasn't able to.  It isn't unusual, but it is awkward.

I do not get Fridays off after labor day.  I can usually get out though.

Let's not ruin this.  I am crazy about you.  I love you Roya.

A big fan of you,

SYB
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Sat, Aug 25, 2012 at 5:17 PM

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

Hey you : )

Unfortunately, I have never seen people making out in Central Park. Only on the streets, and once in the Jardins Luxemburg when I was 12 strolling with my parents. My mother and I either saw them together or she pointed them out. We were very amused. My father was walking ahead. He always walked very fast. Anyway, I wish I had seen people making out there, but I rarely go into the bushy parts, because I'm afraid I won't find my way out before dusk. You know that I have issues with geography and directions. We should do that again, go get lost in the bushy area. At each fork one of us will determine the direction. What do you think? In Russia, when my governess and I played it, we always ended up in front of the embassy, so I have a feeling we'll always end up in civilization.

It's true, you did unbutton voluntarily and excitedly, but I did prompt you, so I take responsibility or rather credit : )

It's good that you made use of the hotel room, and the robe! You love those robes! Did you jerk off in the shower? What did you watch on TV? What were you thinking about? Were you thinking about anything or just zunking out, just letting your brain take a holiday, a re-boot? That suite was beautiful. I felt very badly for it to go to waste, so I'm glad you stayed and enjoyed it.

As to our hands: This definitely shouldn't come from a person who mixes up Madison, Milwaukee, Minnesota and Minneapolis or St. Martin and Martinique, but it's burkha in Afghanistan. It's chadore in Iran. I don't know what they call it in Saudi Arabia or other places. Some places, they call it hijab. Just sayin...and yes I could definitely wear one; I wouldn't be the only one God knows anymore, but what will you wear? : )  Don't you remember your nickname?! Maybe we'll get one for you too. No one will know. That would be so funny, but you'd have to shave that day.

Good think you caught that lipstick stain. That would've been horrible. I don't really mind you talking to your wife, but not to anyone else, or one of these days you'll find your balls on a plate : )  I do go on don't I?

I love you, I miss you. I want to play with you.

HFG
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Sat, Aug 25, 2012 at 10:11 PM

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

So you never told me what you thought of Leon:  The Professional.
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Sat, Aug 25, 2012 at 10:56 PM

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

Well, we'll wander as long as we want, then you lead us out to where we want to get out, because you can figure it out by virtue of your Y chromosome : ) Is that like a myth or what? I have no idea. Even if we're still there after dark, it's a lot safer now and you would be with me so I wouldn't feel very scared.

Give us time. We can't rush trust. I was raised by a mother who always told me that men are bastards, that they only want one thing, that they only think with the lower part of their body is how she puts it. When I came here, I kind of realized that that's not true, and with the help of therapy I have also come to believe that emotionally. You've never behaved that way, and yet...Not that I haven't had bad experiences of unwanted advances and wily users,  but I guess a lot of people go through that, men included. My father was also very difficult, but all that I had, so it was a love fear relationship. I just spook, like horses. They trust you and stuff, but when they spook, they can kill whom they love. It's just how it is. I'm trying very hard not to spook and over react.

When you said, it wasn't like you "needed" it. What did you mean?

If you grope me in a burkha that would be one of those stories that the tourist will tell at home about New York, a man groping a woman in a burkha right there in central park! Wow!

“Yup, we're mighty glad to be home, Ethel, because that city there ain't nothing but a place of sin.” And the uber ones would be like, “It was the most surreal thing,” unless they come from Western Europe where there are many women in these get-ups, and perhaps they are all kissing on street corners. Yup, you can tell I'm stone : )

I know that I told you about the movie, but I can't dig through all the emails for evidence, so I'll tell you again, I liked it. I wasn't thrilled that the guy died at the end but I guess he was a killer so he had to. I liked that he had that plant and took it everywhere. It was a symbol of him. It wasn't a stupid movie at all, maybe the fact that he had slept with the girl made it more OK that he died, but since I didn't see that part, cough, cough, I was rather saddened.

How was your day? Did you go running or biking?

XOXOXOXOXO

Me
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Sat, Aug 25, 2012 at 11:41 PM

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

Hey you,

I can protect you as long as you can run as fast as me.  If sense of direction comes from the y chromosome I didn’t get it.  I know my way around the park, so I just need to find a landmark.  Besides, it is pretty small. 

Let's not talk about needing it.  I don’t' want to get into your situation at home.  I am not sure why I said that.

I was sad when he died, but he did see the light so to speak.  Plus, I loved that scene, "This is from Matilda".  Boom.  That look on the bad guy's face was classic.  I really thought he was going to make it out.  I loved the line "Get me Everybody".  "What do you mean everybody?"  “EVERYBODY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I thought it was so much better without the middle part. 

I went running.  It was a gorgeous day.  I also went to fight class.  That was fun.  Running hurts my foot.  I need to find out why.  It isn't the toe, which was jammed and has healed.  At any rate, it is minor.

XOXOXOXXO

SYB

I didn't know how I felt about Kevin's enjoyment of the suite after our fight. Had someone asked me what a man's reaction would've been to this situation, I would've expected a fairly quick departure in a huff of anger over lost money and a wounded ego. But not Kevin--controlled, practical, in denial or indifferent, went on. I understood why. Since the children were born I had been entirely focused on their lives, keeping their days as smooth and happy as possible; in the process swathing aside any sadness or pain, lest it should derail them from achieving their full potential. Deaths of my father and my husband's mother, their father's recurring joblessness, our constant money worries were but bleeps on the screens of their lives, except the money problems were getting worse. But I still kept up, smiled, kissed them, hugged them, fed them, helped with homework, volunteered at school, went to every athletic contest. So, I understood Kevin's compulsion to go on, to not be affected or derailed. I also understood people who believe that if you pretend everything is fine, it is. I, in his place, may have very well done the same. And I saw his practicality in not letting a paid for thing go to waste and his ability to enjoy himself as attractive strengths .

 

 

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