I am in a large house, a beautiful home which is mine and there are people coming and going.  It is a social place where many are welcome and feel welcome.  I notice a handsome young man sitting on a couch, one of several couches in this corner of the large room arranged to make a sitting circle.  He is removed from the flow of socialization.  I go over to him fully aware that this is his intention, to draw me apart so that he can talk to me, perhaps charm or even seduce me.  What he does not know is that I have already decided to seduce him. 

I sit near him but not too close.  He plays it somewhat coy, aloof enough to try to lure me closer but I remain a bit at a distance.  It is not until he makes a more bold statement that I move closer.  Only now do I explain to him that it was my intention all along to seduce him.  He is put off by this, unsure of how to handle a woman who is sexually aggressive.  This is not part of his experience and he doesn’t know what to think.  But his lust overrides his confusion and a part of him is curious.  However, unable to switch gears, he continues his practice of seduction in a manner that is familiar to him, comfortable, which has worked with other women in the past.

Then Rob and some other people arrive.  I can feel the young man withdraw from me, unwilling to get too close with my husband nearby.  I allow this although I draw the young man’s foot across my lap as I settle down on the other end of the large couch.  If Rob notices, he doesn’t show any sign of dismay or even distrust although he seems to be somewhat put off, as if on some intuitive level he understood what is really going on between the two of us. 

I eventually get up when I see that Rob and his friends are getting ready to leave.  I hug and kiss Rob goodbye, tell him to have fun and don’t explode.  I immediately return to where I was earlier, closer to the young man, eager to pick up the seduction where we (mostly I) had left it.  He is very uncomfortable now and I ask him what is wrong.  He says that he doesn’t feel right about his feelings for me because I am a married woman.  I scoff at this—knowing full well that he has no more feeling for me than I do for him.  I think it’s ridiculous that he is romanticizing things by pretending to truly care about me.