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Good morning everyone. Sorry for that early rant, you were the only person I could talk to. This issue with The Mistress isn’t going anywhere, is it? Week after week I use this tool and complain of troubled and abandoned I feel when I don’t have the chance and cheat with The Mistress (keeping it PG here people, don’t worry) Remember the time when I didn’t have to call her my mistress? Yeah, me neither. Visiting her feels exactly like a cheat meal: a greasy double-patty burger. Did I just compare The Mistress to a burger?
It’s not easy sharing everything about what goes on in my mind when I see her. Most of it is just me trying to figure out why I left her in the first place but since this column and since the day we said our farewells, I have wanted her back more than ever. If I had a solution, I wouldn’t be writing this column right now. Still though, the process of sneaking out and sneaking in to see her is a thrill on its own. If I get caught, if somehow they find out, I will be literally terminated. Just thinking about it or mentioning her by accident could lead me to danger but it sure is worth it (if I end up not getting caught)”
I couldn’t see the divas this week; there was too much going on where I was. Usually if I feel that the situation is being taken care of, I escape the cage into the wild and go straight back to the office (because I’d have 7 missed calls and about 3 texts) By the time I find the time to go see her, she’s probably gone, gone back to reality, a reality where I wish I was a part of but aren’t. Maybe this long break was necessary, necessary to find out what direction I should take but I’m quite sure it isn’t the one I took.
One day, when I’m a father (which according to my mother, should be very soon) I will look back at this and tell my son (Man Outnumbered Jr.) about the dilemma I had with the Mistress (hopefully his mother isn’t around) and wait for that one question that will change everything, “Dad, what’s a mistress?”
That’s all for this week, next week I can hopefully visit the divas and catch up on old times. I’m sure they can help, I hope..
Adnan Al-Timimi a.k.a Man Outnumbered is in a dilemma. Having a mistress can be risky but visiting her is an absolute delight. Follow his column to know more about his adventures with The Mistress.
