6 thoughts on ““I work hard! Is a Threesome So Much to Ask?””
Why isn’t every married woman in the world on Tinder, I began to wonder. It all felt the way romance was supposed to feel —playful and exciting and unserious. At the same time, I could feel how exhausting the very same experience would be were I a single person looking for a committed life partner, a person with whom I wanted to live and own property and raise children. Perhaps, I thought, the less one needed from men, the more one could enjoy them.
Living in a tiny town, as I do, dating opportunities just don't exist. Pre-internet, I answered a personal ad in the Reno paper. I met the woman, we got along fine. She worked in the auto service industry and said she didn't date mechanics. When her car broke down on our way to a restaurant, I stupidly fixed it for her. That was the beginning and end of my search.
The car was a Pinto. The malfunction was brake failure. I diagnosed it and replaced the master cylinder. Early 90s, she could still be driving it. I hope so, anyway.
Oh yeah, this is why I'm not signed up. Fuck.
Why even be married, then?
Living in a tiny town, as I do, dating opportunities just don't exist. Pre-internet, I answered a personal ad in the Reno paper. I met the woman, we got along fine. She worked in the auto service industry and said she didn't date mechanics. When her car broke down on our way to a restaurant, I stupidly fixed it for her. That was the beginning and end of my search.
Reductio ad absurdum, "I don't date."
The car was a Pinto. The malfunction was brake failure. I diagnosed it and replaced the master cylinder. Early 90s, she could still be driving it. I hope so, anyway.
Had a bit of the "Dear Penthouse, I never thought it would happen to me, but…" about it.
"Oooh, baby, bleed my brakes!"