Secrets II: Maybe I Shouldn’t Be Telling The Story About the Chick at the Pool Table, But Here's The Info on My Night Table

Thanks to cheating governors and presidents, cheating is in the spotlight. I am so curious about this. Statistics says that 50 to 75 percent of men have cheated or will cheat on their spouse (holy crap!). Only 14 percent of women have affairs (bodes well for the ladies with ladies). I have a few friends who have cheated, but are still happily married, and their husbands don’t know a thing. So many cheat and then keep it secret. While others cheat and tell a friend but never the victim. I put a poll up because I am curious. I kinda feel like it will be a cheaters’ landslide. And since it is anonymous, we can all admit it without fear of getting caught.

We need another secrets post. So I can finish stories like this next one:

Yes, I have cheated, and no, not on Nicole. And then there is the “Does this qualify as cheating?” situations. Once, in my last relationship, we were playing pool with some friends and a woman came over and asked if she could join. We said sure, so she got her stick and started shadowing me around. She started flirting (asking these coy questions, looking me up and down, complimenting my awful shots, brushing up against me and apologizing with an oops and an eye lock) and her flirting was so overt that two of our friends with us pulled me aside and said “She is totally into you. She wants a three way with you and D. Go for it!” That night we were staying at our friends’ apartment and they completely condoned a three-person sleepover. I went back to the table and then gave up after she did that move where she leans over the table on top of you, brushing certain body parts onto certain other body parts, to show you how to set up the shot. I needed breathing space so I went to the Ladies’ Room and Poolstick McMakingAdvancesAlot followed me there. I guess I should stop this story here.

Because everyone is DYING for the latest meme! Here’s the nightstand meme:

My nightstand: There are two stacks of books, which include the following books: The Logic Of Life; History of Language; Parched; The Second Nine Months, Wild Trees; Life Doesn’t Begin 5 Pounds From Now; No Cry Potty Training Solution; Non Marathoners Marathon Trainers Guide. Each one, non fiction or a biography. Wow, what an insight into who I am right now! Also on the stand, a tube of Aquaphor (dry skin), Aromatherapy smelling beads in delicious eucalyptus/mint smell (a few tokes of that and I am nice and relaxed), our land line (rarely use), a picture of my nephew (so cute) and my personalized tissue box cover, which I made in a crafty streak after five years ago. If you really want to see interesting, we should open the drawer and snap pictures of what’s inside. No alarm clock. That is on Nicole’s side.

I’ve been reading a lot of crap lately, and while I am enjoying every moment of it, I do need to wash their taste down with something good every now and then. So I reread this amazing piece by Gay Talese, one of the writers who helped usher in the literary journalists age. That article, Frank Sinatra Has Cold, is brilliant on 16 different levels, not the least of which it is a profile and Gay never interviewed Sinatra. And he pulls it off. The article made me want to be a journalist and made me realize I never could be the journalist I want. Double whammy. If you have 15 minutes, go and read it. It balances any bad crap you have been reading!

Anyone watching L Word? Please explain how a group of friends drops their lives, packs a whole wardrobe and participates in a bike run in another state for several days. Does this happen in real life? I can barely organize a brunch date in the city for multiple friends, let alone a three-day biking adventure that requires tons of clothes, food, tents, airplanes and drama.

Pictured above, my nightstand. And my Skye, with her newly pierced ears!