As might well be expected, Cynthia found it difficult to concentrate on mundane things for the next few days. She went over Dr. Butler's proposal time and time again, thinking of the dangers, the ramifications, the impact on her marriage, and, certainly not least, the question of infidelity and adultery. Against all these negative factors lay her real need for that elusive something that was missing in her life. She had felt her depression growing, held at bay by her busy life during the day, but threatening to engulf her at night. She recognized that she might be over-reacting, over-dramatizing the issue, seeking a chimera and letting it upset her life, but, as with most things, logic had little chance against emotion. She could come to no conclusion, and, needing impartial advice, raised the issue with Cathy. She described the entire interview in detail and finally, and hesitantly, told her of Dr. Butler's proposal.
"I couldn't believe that she suggested an affair, particularly since I hadn't mentioned that I had already thought of it. Now, I just don't know what to do. I haven't been able to concentrate on anything else since I talked to her. Damn, it's one thing to speculate about doing something like that but to think of actually doing it!"
"Well, honey, I don't think that anyone can tell you what you ought to do. It sounds like the therapist laid out the pros and cons pretty clearly. Certainly, if you go ahead with it, you will have the problems she mentioned. You are the only one who can decide if your situation is bad enough to be worth it. Heaven knows, I'd hate to have to make that decision for myself"
Cynthia sat there, silently, and then blurted out, "Did you ever have an affair?" Before Cathy could respond, she hurried on, "What am I thinking of? I can't ask you a question like that. It's none of my business what you've done! The question is, what am I going to do!"
"Now, wait, Cynthia! I don't mind talking about myself if it will help. If you mean, have I ever had a 'love affair,' the answer is no. If you mean, did I ever have extramarital sex, the answer is yes. However, my situation was completely different from yours. I certainly have never had any 'romance' problems with Eddie and the extramarital sex just happened. The first time was when I was one of the chaperons for the senior class trip to Washington, D.C. After the kids had been checked in and were in bed, several of us went out for a snack and drink before turning in ourselves. We were in two different hotels, so we separated afterwards and Don Anderson and I...do you remember him?"
"Sure, he was the principal at Eastern H.S. when I was teaching there."
"Well, we went back to our hotel, still talking, and, without really thinking anything about it, I invited him to my room to continue the conversation. I had known him and his wife, Tessie, for several years, even going out with them on occasion, and there had never been anything between us. However, the conversation quickly took on a more personal tone and, within a half-hour, we were in bed. We had sex, talked some more, had sex again, and went to sleep. He left around 6:00 AM. and snuck back to his room, leaving me stunned about what had I had done, but, I'll admit, not the least bit sorry. I wondered how on earth I would be able to face him with the others around the next day, but it was as if nothing had happened between us, and everything was perfectly normal. That night, I went back to my room without having talked to him alone. I went to bed and, as I anticipated, around 11:30 he knocked on the door and we spent the night together again."
"Wow, that's something! Did Eddie ever find out?"
"Oh, we came back home the next day, and the first thing I did was tell him about it! I knew that there was no way that l could conceal it from him, he knows me too well. If I try to hide something from him guilt just radiates from me."
"My god, what did he do? Was he mad?"
"Not a bit. I'll admit that I was a little uneasy at first, but he'd told me long ago that if I were ever in a situation that I didn't want to stop something, just to go ahead. He said that he wouldn't mind or be jealous as long as I was just playing around, not being serious. He was really happy that I'd enjoyed myself and I told him everything I had done. It was almost as much fun telling him as doing it!"
"Oh, that's wonderful! I know that David would not react that way, and, I guess, not many men would. You're very lucky." She hesitated, then asked, "Did you do anything with Don Anderson after that? If you don't mind me asking!"
"No, I don't mind. Since Eddie wasn't bothered, even encouraged me, I had sex with Don fairly regularly until he retired a few years ago and he and Tessie moved to Arizona. They were quite happy together, but she just wasn't interested in sex, so I didn't really feel that I was hurting her in any way. In any case, I guess you could call our liaison an 'affair' since it lasted over ten years, but it really was nothing but a series of pleasant sexual interludes. We developed a real affection for each other, but it really was just a very close friendship, certainly not a love relationship."
"Darn it, that's exactly the kind of affair that I'd like to have! I don't want some big thing! How do you get something like that going? I went on that senior trip for years and no one ever even hinted at anything, much less make a pass at me!"
"I don't know if you can start something like that. It may be that it just has to happen. On the other hand, would you even recognize the signs if a man were interested? No man, at least one you would be interested in, would blatantly proposition you. He would be afraid of offending you and would only hint, show extra interest in you -- things like that, and if you didn't pick up on it, he'd probably assume that you weren't interested. It's a very delicate game on both sides and unless one of you, somehow, makes the risky move from hinting to suggesting, nothing will happen. To tell the truth, to this day I really don't know just how Don and I moved from a casual conversation to going to bed together. I know that he didn't baldly proposition me and I also know that I didn't trumpet my availability, but the messages got across!
I think, though, that men and women give unspoken signals to those in whom they might have interest, signals that they may well not know they are giving. When there is no interest, or the signals are missed, nothing happens. Most often, when the attraction is there, a rapport develops so that smiles, gestures, glances, or whatever, are more personal and have more meaning, each party subtlety indicating interest and availability. The next step toward a sexual relationship comes naturally." Then, laughing, "Heaven know, I'm no expert on this whole subject. Any time I've had a relationship, or whatever you want to call it, it seems to have just happened without any overt actions on my part. Things just seem to happen! I know that I'm not helping much!"