Judging from the empty bottle of Pinor Noir sitting rather proudly on the floor just by my feet, I must have been staring into this fire so long. Either that or I drink really fast. You don’t have to worry about me however, I’m fine.
Have you ever stared at a fire so long that you discover an entire civilization living within the flames, just going about their business? Well, I have. Actually, I discovered them a while ago, on one of my “nights”.
Now, you’re wondering what I mean by “my night”, considering the fact that all other nights are in fact mine to do with as I like.
You see, one night a week, just one, I get to live in a world where my husband is exactly where he tells me that he is. I don’t have to worry about who had their Chanel clad feet wrapped around his neck, or who has him in their mouth. It is a constant rotation and keeping track is tiring. But on one night, he actually tells me the truth about where he is- poker night, and I have free time to do other things with my imagination.
What do you do when you don’t have to worry about a damn thing in the world?
Me? I play dress up?!
First, I put on music, the kind that makes me think of people wailing right before they die. Other people call it Opera music.
Then, I stand inside of my enormous closet for a good amount of time, deliberating on what to wear. So as not to bore you with too many details, I’ll tell you what I decided on today.
Today is quite special. It’s our anniversary, you see. So I decided on something a little more dramatic- a black lingerie. Now you’re thinking, “What is dramatic about a tiny scrap of clothing?”
That tiny scrap of clothing is how I got to own 60% of my husbands’ company, but that is not the story I’m telling you today. What was I talking about? Oh, yeah! My lingerie.
Have you ever owned a piece of clothing that makes you feel like maybe, just maybe the world should fall at your feet? No?
Oh, that’s too bad, darling. You should.
And perhaps it should leave just enough to the imagination that makes your husband wonder just why someone else’s perfume is stuck to his skin. Perhaps it should make you look like your legs are longer than they really are. And perhaps you wear your most expensive pair of black stilettos- those ones you can’t exactly walk for long in because they were never made for anyone to walk in them for long. And because you have a flair for the dramatic, you wear diamond earrings, the ones you got as a gift the first time your husband lied about who he was with. You throw on a faux fur jacket- faux because you’re not a monster, and finally, you slap on red lipstick. The one that comes in that shade that makes having a conversation with you difficult because the other party’s brain keeps losing blood.
And that is how you end up sitting in front of your fireplace all dressed up and sipping wine on a cold Thursday night. At least, that’s how I do it. Do other people do it differently?
Surely other people get dressed to attend to their imagination. If you don’t, you’re missing out, I can assure you.
By God, I do ramble a lot. What was I talking about again?
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