Falling uncomfortably into love, and how I was able to get out of it.

One night, I was sitting at home listening to music, and perhaps reading, when I realized something was odd.  I was smiling.  In fact, I felt particularly good.  I don't want to say that this was unusual, but I was suspicious as to why I should be feeling so much better than I normally feel.  I had to find out why.

I was listening to a favorite song, and then I realized what the problem was.  I kept thinking about a girl with whom I had been playing badminton. She was a real beauty.  Sexy. Vivacious.  Great figure.  A really good badminton player and available. 

We always had good conversations, and the way she looked at me had me looking back at her in a warm affectionate way.  And these things had basically had a big impact on my brain.  I was dreaming about her but I realized that I didn't want to go there, and couldn't go there.  But I could not get her off my mind.  It was affecting everything I did.

I had to do something about it. 

So I enlisted the help of two close girl friends who played in the badminton group.  I approached each of them, told them about my problem. I could not get this woman out of my head.  They admonished me, knowing that I was married, and they had both met my wife.  I told both of them I knew that already, but what I needed is to find out what happened and what I could do to eliminate the problem. I had been caught totally off guard!  They agreed to help.

So, we went out to lunch, (my treat), and we discussed the situation. 

Both girls knew the other woman. 

We were all in our 50's and 60's.

I wanted to know what had happened to get me into this situation. 

They both came to the conclusion that this woman, who was very socially adept, knew how to use a certain set of skills to seduce a man. 

First of all, she always smiled.  And her smile was radiant.  Even her eyes sparkled.  That was step one. I fell for the smile.

Secondly, when she talked, she always finished her sentences with an upward lilt, which had the effect of inviting a response.  And of course, she was getting it from me.

Thirdly, she not only talked with those beautiful lips, but she also talked through the eyes, looking at me intently.  Yikes.  I was mesmerized and hadn't a clue. 

She topped it all off with a touch to my wrists, my thighs, my hands, my shoulders, and I was hooked. 

The girls explained to me that these techniques would work every time, and I was apparently without defence. 

So we had to build some fortifications.

Twice a week, we all played badminton at a local club.  Afterward we all retired to the lounge to have a drink and dessert and conversation.  This woman always positioned herself across from me so that I would be in the direct line of fire.

Step one of the strategy was to show up for the drink and dessert but that I should position myself on the same side of the elongated table as she.  That way, I could not see her. 

Step two was to have the two helpers sit between me and her every time so I would be far enough away to avoid her touching me. 

Step three was to avoid all other contact with her.  I did not want to leave the group, because I enjoyed the conversation and the fun we all had.   Nor did I want her to know what was going on, that I was trying to distance myself from her. 

Well, we put it in place, and it took me about a month to get her out of my head, but the strategy worked. Eventually, I was feeling a lot more sane, and more comfortable about being in her presence at these events. 

That was a close one.