There’s an old saying, “You have to kiss a few frogs before you find your prince.” And I guess Kooky Girl has taken that to heart: she’s been married and divorced twice, lived with numerous men, and now has Boy Toy at her trailer home in Michigan. Kissed a lot of frogs, that gal. She’s now kissing the slimiest one of all.
But in addition to men, Kooky Girl apparently collects frogs, too. She likes “froggy” things. So back in March 2017 Boy Toy bought her this silver frog charm and left a review of his buying experience (gosh, ain’t Google grand?)…
Fifty-five dollars spent, and this was still early on in their courtship. But interestingly, at the time of that purchase he was still fucking me on the side. And at the time of purchase I had already met and bedded a great man who continues to be my marvelous boyfriend, confidant, and lover. Boy Toy left me a long, ranting voicemail at 10:41 pm on July 13, 2017 complaining about a sparkling new diamond ring I’d worn that day while on a date with him to a local Thoroughbred race track. He’d asked me about the shiny ring on my left hand and I’d admitted it was, indeed, a gift from my newish beau. In his voicemail he seethed how “wrong it was for (me) to have accepted” such a precious gift. “I think there’s a lot more going on here than I’m aware of,” he snarled, “and it makes me really uncomfortable. It’s really wigging me out. I feel like I’m just intruding.”
(Yes, my boyfriend gifts me diamonds. The ring I’d worn to the track that day was the first of many precious gifts he has given me, continues to give me. Froggy’s gone a-courtin’, for sure!)
But Boy Toy told a whopping lie in that late-evening July 13th voicemail. His exact words: “I’ve been going with (Kooky Girl) for 6 or 7 months now and I haven’t given her anything.”
Well, no. If he had bought that frog charm for her in March and left that review, why lie about it in July? What else did he lie about? Quite a lot, I am certain. I know now he is a pathological liar.
Frog charms versus diamonds. I think that sums up the differences in my relationships perfectly. I left the frogman behind and am occasionally presented with diamonds from a man I dearly love and love to be with. They say, “diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” but I need no diamonds to be happy.
My best friend just happens to prefer them to frog charms.
A former mistress (26 years, on-and-off) describes the good, the bad, and the ugly of her long-term affair. Conclusion: Affairs aren't necessarily destructive if kept in the correct perspective. Our experience enhanced BOTH our marriages.
That is, until his marriage ended and we began to love each other. When the affair morphed into a relationship, well, that's when it stopped being fun for me. We have now irrevocably split.
Lately I've been writing about the man who took his place in the "off" years of that 26-year-long affair. He was a dynamic sexual partner but we, too, now have irrevocably split.
These are our stories.