This Will Be a Good One.

It could've been me, but it was you

who went and bit off a little bit more than you could chew.

You said, “You had it made,” but you been had.

The woman, no good, no how! Thinkin' maybe the blood is bad?

Bad blood!

The woman was born to lie.

Making promises she can't keep with a wink of an eye.

Click the Pic and Hear Her Song, Described Her Perfectly. 

Ok, I feel safe enough to tell this now. It's been over a decade. I nearly destroyed a marriage by screwing around with a married girl. Too confident deceptions and sneakiness eventually go down in flames and this one did. I managed to escape the havoc without penalty though. I skated right past it. She on the other hand bore the brunt of it, initially. 

This all started when I learned about chat rooms and it was my first foray into them. I entered the “Providence, RI” one on AOL and sat and watched. I finally started talking to some others when a private IM shot up on my screen.

We started talking and she had asked me where I was from. I said “Pawtucket” and claimed she was from Cheyenne, Wyoming. She then went on to ask me some pretty detailed questions about Pawtucket only someone from here would even know. I began to think it was one of my guy friends posing as a chick to get me to cyber with him and have a good time. I ain't taken in that easily!

But day after day this “girl” kept im'ing me to talk and finally she said, “Call me.” I got the phone number from “her” and lo and behold, the state code actually was from Wyoming. We talked and I found out she had been born in RI and grew up in Pawtucket. She was about ten years younger than me so our paths probably wouldn't have crossed then. I finally did believe she was originally from here and ended up in Big Sky country following jobs.

As the weeks passed, we talked and I learned she was in a marriage that was dead and should've been buried by now. That seemed to be about half the marrieds I knew who had that affliction. She had become bored by the sameness of it all. Whatever spark she had felt for him was extinguished by monotony. These affairs all start off psychologically, with the wounded party looking for someone to unload on because confessing to people you know carries that risk that it'll be repeated elsewhere. You know, most assuredly it will too.  So I became the “shoulder to complain on” for her. I can do that, listen for a good length of time.  Add to that there was no risk of my telling anyone she knew as I knew none of her friends or family. 

I get an email one day saying she's coming to RI to visit her mom and sister and we MUST meet up. We did at a local place not too far from my house. I was surprised she looked better in person than her picture. That got my interest up as she was very cute. The first “date” was just that, a time to spend talking and learning about one another. She was only in RI for a week so the second date was a day or two later and that involved my picking her up at her mom's house by Slater Park and after getting about 100 feet down Armistice blvd, her head dropped down and she was unzipping my pants.

“Huh...I have no problem with this!” I think.

The rest of the week involved..well, you guess.

As I got to “know” her I find out she was forced out of her parent's home by 16, working at menial jobs, hopping from apartment to apartment living a wild life of a free teenage girl with NO parental oversight whatsoever. This girl was feral as an alley cat at an early age. I enjoyed this because at times, and to this day, I do like rides on roller coasters, be they real roller coasters or other people who live life at 115mph. I'll get on for the ride once in a while but NEVER live that kind of life myself. I dabble in intense excitement at times but it eventually becomes far too destructive and expensive. I'm usually off the ride before we get that far.  

So, she finally goes back to Wyoming and we keep in touch via the computer. There were a couple of other visits to RI by her that involved, “having to check up my Mom” excuse. She was telling me she had him blinded by it all. She said she had the best of both worlds, a "real" life back in Cheyenne and a “fun life” here on the East Coast. She was mighty proud of herself being able to juggle all these balls in the air. “This is the most fun I had in a long, long time...I feel like a female James Bond!” she said. “God this is exciting! David's soo damn boring now.”

This isn't rare. I know. I too and others I knew managed to live two lives and keep them separate from those who would be surprised. It's all about keeping up appearances and I learned that early in my teens. What's great fun though, is when someone blows their cover and the town looks upon them with dull surprise. In my early teens I came off as this grade A student, caring son to a mom and generally a “good kid.” But being a good kid is boring. What was more fun was tearing around this town at 14 years old at 3 in the morning. Those were great summer nights, partying it up and growing up wayyy too fast. The trick? Don't take it too far. Don't be stupid and don't get caught. Emphasis on “don't get caught.” That's crucial. 

Anyways...

Round trip tickets from DEN to PVD get kinda pricey after a while though. She was complaining she wanted to come here but the cost was annoying her husband and he started wondering just how “sick” her mom was. Daphne wasn't worried at all, she said she was totally in control of all of this. I found out what a great professional liar she was from some of the things she told me. You have to listen carefully to people as everyone let's slip tiny details and I was good at picking that up. I began to hear things that didn't jive.  I figured then she lied to everyone. She did mention though that I should come out to Cheyenne the next time just to cool her husband's suspicions about all these plane rides.

I thought of it. I thought it was a good idea. I never saw Wyoming or the Rockies and she said she could get away and come an see me at the hotel downtown. When she couldn't be with me, I'd do some touring. Hell, I might even take her to Red Rocks and see a concert as it's a cool venue.

I was this close to buying the ticket that week when I got a phone call one day.

“Hi, is Ron there?” the caller asked, rather nicely.

“This is Ron, who's this?”

“David.”

Now I didn't clue into this at first. I knew a few Davids in 2002 and my not recognizing the voice didn't matter, just yet. So I kept talking.

“David.....which David?”

“You know, David Vail...David Vail from CHEYENNE!”

WHAM! I slam the phone down in a second. “HOLY FUCKING SHIT” I think.

David must've had the fastest speed dialer I ever encountered because my phone rang about two seconds after I hung it up.

Like a moron I pick it up.

“You know, that wasn't very polite of you, hanging up on people who are trying to call you...by the way...I”m wondering...why are you calling here? You seem to call here a lot...and Daphne seems to call YOU a lot...WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING HERE FOR?!”

I hang up again. This time my heart is probably doing a 130.

The phone rings again. “Shit...I've go to do something about this now.” I think. I pick it up.

Before he could get a word in, I took charge of the situation and nearly ordered him to put Daphne on the phone. I was completely surprised that he allowed it. I got her and told her, “That's it chickie! It's over! I'm done!” In the background I heard him yelling and almost pleading too. The panic in his voice was rising as the reality of the situation began to sink even deeper into him. Everything he feared was coming true. 

“You were going to have him COME out here! You booked a room at the Hyatt Regency! For HIM!?” Jesus CHRIST!!  “Did you FUCK him?!!”

"You better go calm him down." I say and ended the conversation right there. 

I will tell you this with hand on heart. I was soooo fuckin' glad there were two thousand miles between him and me. Had he been three blocks over, he'd be here in two minutes to gouge my eyeballs out.

I blocked my computer and phone for any calls from there. I then really begin to wonder if anything untoward had happened out there. So I started scanning the KGWN-tv for headlines or at least police blogs that said: “Local Man Chainsaws Wife Into Two.” I found nothing though. I unblocked the computer two days later and immediately I get an IM from Daphne, telling me she was soo sorry for the explosion. I had asked her if she was alright and she had said yes and was staying at a friend's house. But after that phone call when we got busted, she and David got into a scuffle there in the kitchen, with him shaking her like an infant by grabbing her neck and her swinging her fists into his face, busting a tooth.

I then asked how did he find out. She thinks he was suspicious a month earlier and started to investigate himself, phone records and the such. The kicker was when she told me she had the hotel keys, the printout from Denver's airport with flight numbers from PVD and my number that were all discovered by him. He also found lingerie that he thought was odd as she NEVER had worn any for him.

“How did he find those things?” I ask.

“It was on our bed.”

“On her bed” I thought. Jesus.

“You know Daphne...spinning all these webs...it gets very hard to keep the scam up when you get too confident. I knew how proud you were with managing all these secrets. Apparently he wasn't that stupid.”

“I can handle guys...been doing it since I was 16. Hell, I'm handling him now even with all this shit that's happened.” she says.

“Not this time!” I fire back.

I say “Goodbye” and told her it was fun while it lasted.

A month later, I get a call from her again, she wants to come out and promises me there won't be any trouble and how “fuckin' hot” it'll be if we meet up again.

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?” I nearly yell at her. “You think he's going to be ok with you coming to RI again? That'll he'll believe you even if it was for your Mom's funeral? You want him to shake you to death like a British nanny? Daphne...don't try...if you come out, I won't let you into my house. No joke.”

The vile temptress kept at it. “Your house? Your bed? Remember when when you were slamming my head against the headboard?”

“Forget it Daphne!” I hung up.

I haven't heard a peep from her since then. Out of curiosity the other day, I googled her and find out she's still with David and with two new kids. I wondered about that. I've seen couples who weren't doing too well have kids to bring a focus to their relationship...hoping to save it by devoting their whole being to the children. But considering even after the bust, she was more than willing to spin the roulette wheel and bet it all on Black 13 and come out again to see me.  She knew no remorse for what erupted nor any regard for him at all. I found that a bit surprising in her. I guess to the real extent she was willing to carry it. Well, she showed me she was worse than I thought.  For all I know, I may have been one of many. I have little idea really what their status is now. But I do know this, people's personalities usually don't change, only the volume softens as they age. 

It was fun while it lasted and I do like the excitement of alley cats on roller skates...but shit..can it be dangerous! If I was looking for a little adventure back then, I received it in spades with all the jeopardy that entails. I was god damn lucky to have skipped by it all. 

Did I have any moral battle in my heart over this? No. None at all.  I weighed the actors involved in this whole thing and considered them all marred and guilty. She for being a slut, he for marrying a slut and my for chasing one.  After learning enough about Daphne, her past and family and him, I figured it was all disfigured long before I arrived.  All I was, was a scandalous, short term profit seeking opportunist.  I won't in any way try to polish my actions in this.  

Is this a confession? Not really, I haven't been tormented by any of this over the years. It's been too long now and it fades away and becomes dim like the horizon after sunset.  It's just another story I tell on these pages and a good one too.  

In getting this piece together, I came across a Reddit thread that sounds very much authored by You.Know.Who. 

I Married a Slut