The
Other
Woman

My husband loves me. Well, maybe not with the same kind of passion as when our story began. Love changes over the years, the way people do. Nevertheless, we’re both thankful we’re together.

But it’s not unusual after 30 or 40 years of domestic “bliss” to think about other possibilities once in a while.

Come on, like you never day dreamed about Richard Gere or Channing Tatum or David Beckham?

Every man I’ve day dreamed about, unfortunately for them—and for me–is dead: Clark Gable, Burt Lancaster, Marlon Brando before he looked like a Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade balloon.

Ever since my husband bought an iPhone, there’s been another woman in our marriage.  Once he found Siri, it’s been “Hey, Siri” day and night.

He no longer turns to me to find out who won the Yankee game he fell asleep watching. She knows and she knows every ball player’s statistics since the “New York Nine” defeated the “Knickerbockers” 23-1 in 4 innings in Hoboken, NJ, in 1846.

She can even spell.

My husband calls out to her 24/7.

Unlike me, even if we’re in bed, she’s always responsive.

Unlike me, she never gets annoyed. Or angry. Or bored. No matter what he asks.

Unlike me, I’ve never heard her find fault with him. No, “Stop slurping your soup,” “Don’t you keep your eyes open when you get a haircut?  “Do something about your snoring or sleep on the couch.”

He never asks her to do what he expects me to do: his laundry or run to Walmart for the meds he forgot to pick up.

Is Siri the kind of wife men really want? Someone who shuts up and never complains? I bet if she’d be available for good sex 24/7, we’d all be replaced.

What does a man want in a wife, anyway? Besides sex? He wants a wife who looks good, cooks good and takes charge of the kids and the house. He wants someone who is fun to be with. He wants understanding, appreciation, and respect. He wants someone who won’t hold grudges. He wants peace and free time. Did I mention sex?

He wants Margaret Anderson in Father Knows Best and Wonder Woman.

Siri is a robot, isn’t she?

 

 

You’re just a button click away–

and I’d love to hear from you.

About your world, your family,
your joys and frustrations,
growing up, growing older, even recipes–
even though I stopped cooking–by request–years ago.

Goodbye until next time…

Hope your day turns out as well as I hope
(but doubt) mine will,

Gingy (Ilene)