Note to self: If you ever decide to boff another female coworker (not that there will be a next time), don’t forget to remove incriminating evidence from your desk at work. Stuff you’d have one helluva time explaining to your boss.
Who knew that nearly two years after my unfortunate workplace sexcapade, my desk would contain a variety of “smoking guns” which I discovered this weekend during a cleaning binge.
Take the trial-size bottle of KY lube that was crammed in the back of my drawer. It was a gag gift from “other.” Her way of telling me she thought I was a really swell guy. Sitting here now, wrapping the bottle in a McDonald’s napkin before tossing it in the trash, I’m reminded that the affair “wasn’t just me.” KY-girl aimed to get some.
And did.
Rifling through folders in my large bottom drawer, I find even more damning evidence: A 4GB flash-drive that contains, among other things, a dozen or so photos of her that I saved when our affair ended. I don’t know why I saved them. I guess I was worried I would never see her again, and would forget what she looks like. (I was right.) Looking at them now, for the first time in nearly two years, I feel a mix of anger and sadness. This was my friend. I trusted her. No matter what happened, our secret would always be safe. But this person –this skinny TV-model posing in a variety of photos– no longer exists, in spirit or in likeness. (Was she ever real to begin with?)
Delete.
More evidence. Printout after printout of cell phone text messages between me and OW. What do I have these? Oh wait, I remember. These were my wife’s printouts…for her lawyer. They were to show my long-term pattern of lies and deception. I found them at home and brought them to work. Did I think my wife wouldn’t print out more? Look at all these text messages! Hundreds upon hundreds! I was not only slack in my cover-up, I was crazy!
Shred.
Next folder: A print-out from my lawyer. An explanation of what would happen if my wife decided to move forward with the divorce. She would’ve taken everything. Kids included. I would have been relegated to a one-room apartment. And food stamps! Yes, I did the right thing by fighting for my marriage.
A Word document on the hard-drive of my computer: A timeline of OW’s meltdown at work. My wife demanded that I create this timeline, because there were “holes” in my original story. Looking at it now, I see how I had cast all judgement aside during OW’s final days at work. She was crashing and burning. Drawing attention from our bosses for her erratic behavior. And there I was. By her side. Waiting for her erratic behavior to turn on me…like a loaded gun.
Delete.
Finally, in the drawer where I keep extra pens and my earpiece for live shots, I pull out a vintage photo of me and wife. Both of us are chubby. But we’re happy, or seem to be happy. The suggestion of adultery had not been introduced in our lives. Noticeably absent from my dear wife’s face is that unmistakable look of betrayal. The one she wears even today.
And my face? I’d love to know what the man in the photo was thinking back then, if I was thinking about anything. I was innocent. Comfortably numb. Content with the way things were, and where my life was headed.
I plan to keep this picture forever.
Hide My Ass.
It’s amazing to me how far some people go to hide the fact they are reading my blog. I’m not talking about anyone in my small group of blog friends, or even casual web surfers who’re intrigued by the concept of adultery. I’m talking about people who, for whatever reason, use “web anonymizers” to view this blog.
Web whats?
Let me back up. For those who don’t know, I use SiteMeter and StatCounter on this blog to see who’s reading me. I can tell where you’re located, when you stopped by, how long you stayed and when you decided to check out. I can also see which Internet Service Provider you use, which browser you have and the type of operating system installed on your computer. I can even see your IP address, that odd string of numbers separated by periods.
And why do I need all this information? I don’t. I just enjoy seeing where my readers are from, and when they stop in. That’s all.
Getting back to my original subject. That is, people who bend over backwards to keep themselves anonymous. When I first noticed this, it struck me as odd. But after the comment someone left here two days ago, I understand why.
Someone wrote something that was too familiar. They included my real name and my wife’s real name. It was a comment designed to fuck with me, and I’ll admit, it accomplished its goal.
So I dug deeply into my Sitemeter stats, and found they had accessed this blog using hidemyass.com. It’s one of many free “anonymizers” on the web. Simply type in an address and –voila!—you can visit a site without “leaving tracks.” My question is, why go to the trouble? If you got something to say, just say it.
My first suspicion was that my former other woman may’ve located my blog and lashed out in anger. But that doesn’t make sense. She’s not a mean-natured person. That’s one thing I’ve always loved about her. Still, who else would know my real name?
My only other theory is that OW discovered my blog and brought it to her husband’s attention. That’s how she rolls these days. No sense of independence. Yes sir. No sir. Can I iron your shirt? But even that theory has holes in it. Surely, her husband knows that if he fucks with me, it would constitute a violation of our “agreement,” which I’ve abided by to the enth degree.
For the record, I know the anonymous commenter wasn’t my wife. I can say this with 100% certainty. (We at tvexplorer have our methods!)
The truth is, I’ve suspected for some time that my ex reads my blog, which is fine. It’s just the sneaking around part that grates on my nerves. It’s like she’s worried that if I find out, I will think it means something and start writing love-letters again. Think again.
Just stop hiding your ass.
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