The Life of a Serial Mistress

Further to the 'annoying' texts in the middle of the night, and subsequent dumping in my previous blog, thankfully all went quiet. This was just what I hoped for, and, as a married man I figured he'd have the sense to let it lie there. Sadly he didn't. Why will men never learn? Married men shouldn't cause grief for their lover, she doesn't deserve it. Married men should never cross the line of decency and good manners because she doesn't deserve it. And married men should never be hideous, inconsiderate and just plain rude because she doesn't deserve it. That 'she' being me on this occasion? He really should have learned not to mess with me! :) Intelligent, strong willed, feisty women are the LAST people a married man should mess with lol . My god, I sound like Glenn Close, that won't do me any favours, but let me give you the background. I got a text message this afternoon reading 'I got yr nmba off a guy in the pub who sed u may be up...

I know, as a mistress, I have to abide by certain rules, rules laid down in stone by the married man. Don't call me after 5. Don't text me at the weekend. Don't make any marks on me. Don't contact me till I contact you. Don't wear perfume when I see you. Don't expect me to be around for evenings if I have said daytime only. Don't leave any blonde hairs in my car when you get out of it. Don't get lipstick on my suit. Don't expect too much from me - I'm married, and many more. Those are all rules I'm more than happy to abide by, after all I'm a mistress and I know the rules, backwards! I understand a married man has a lot to lose, and the mistress has to know her place in his life, and not be reckless enough to cause him any stress or hassle. If he is her only lover then he knows he can make rules that she will happily work with, but what is the situation when his mistress is conducting more than one affair? Why am I now mentioni...

What a day I had. Doubt I could ever get used to this, and all the celebrities in this world are welcome to it! :) I have to admit the photographer was fantastic, very easy to work with, and who knows what the pics will come out like. The makeup artist was nuts, and that adds to the experience. Four hours for outfit changes, make up, fannying with hair and several photos, and by the end of it I was exhausted. They are working on Kerry Katona today, so fingers crossed I was easier to work with :) I still have to pinch myself that any of this is happening to me, but although I'm leaving myself wide open (so to speak) for criticism, I'm figuring that all publicity is good publicity, and if I bring this subject to the fore then I will be happy, and like I've said before, creating debate (hopefully not masturbate) is only a good thing. If I am Marmite, either loved or hated, then so be it. Marmite seems to be doing well from it :) I'm blogging later, with a few things that...

It seems its starting again, but this time I feel strangely nervous, possibly because of the criticism last time, maybe because I know what I'm letting myself in for, and maybe because this is now a serious, and large, part of my life and not a frivolous, light hearted chat with a journalist. Its interesting to some degree, fun and distracting, but equally damaging and I have seen a few friends fall by the wayside, and two very special men freaked out by the circus. I think that's the hardest thing to deal with, because they never know the real me when they are caught up in the melee. I know its only a matter of time before it calms down, and hopefully then I can get back to some form of normality, and by then maybe I will be distracted by other special men, but I will always be disappointed about what the consequences of this life have been. This is a brief blog today, there will be much more to come, rushing off for photos, hair and makeup, and no doubt being styled to look...

We sit and we type, we stare at our screens We all have to wonder what this possibly means. With our mouse we roam, through the sites in a maze Looking for someone as we sit in a daze. We chat with each other, we type all our woes Small groups we do form and gang up on our foes. We wait for somebody to type out our name We want recognition but it's always the same. We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes we flirt In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt. We do form friendships but why we don’t know Some of these friendships will flourish and grow. Why is it on screen we can be so bold Telling our secrets, that have never been told. Why is it we share the thought in our mind With those we can't see, as though we were blind. The answer is simple, it's as clear as a bell We all have our problems and need someone to tell. We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must So we turn to the 'puter' and those we can trust. Even though it is crazy the truth still ...

Sorry for not blogging much for the past couple of days, been mid crisis with a friend but unfortunately not much can be blogged about that. I was planning a very funny blog about going to the doctors but I've decided to hold off telling it until another day. After hearing about Jades death today, somehow an oddly humorous story about a gynaecologist visit didn't seem appropriate. Anyway, for this particular short blog, I'm going to say to anyone who is ill at the moment, who has just lost someone or who is facing a very difficult time ahead, my thoughts are with you. It makes me realise that whatever any of us are doing on the IE site, on here or any other site, whether married, attached or single, we should take the opportunity to grab life with both hands and kiss it, in fact, do anything you want to it, because if anyones death (Jade, Natasha Richardson, Wendy Richard to name just 3 in the past couple of weeks) teaches us anything it should be 'Life is too sh...