About Me — MonalisaSmiled
Revealing as little as possible…
On my birthday, I decided to do an “about me.” So quaint, I thought. All these nice writers telling the 100 million average monthly readers about themselves in earnest tones. Why they are special. Why they write. Why we should read them.
Nope. Not me.
This is the ANTI version of an “about me.” I’ll reveal as little as possible.
Why?
Because I’m an adulterer.
I’m not a good person. I know. I know. Despicable. Like the guy in black with a pointy nose, but less lovable.
That bad girlfriend, the disloyal wife, the sexpot you couldn’t forget — I’m all those. Every trigger.
I could be the wife next door. The PTA mom. The “fun” one in your book club meeting. I could be the lady flirting with your husband at the gym. I’m at the grocery store deli counter next to your cart. I drive a sensible car and we go to the same oil change place. I could be bitching about the weather in the elevator while I look your spouse over.
I’m anyone.
You don’t know who I am.
