Thanksgiving will soon be here, and it's no fun being withought your lover at this time.
If you have a secret lover, then the chances of you being together at Thanksgiving are probably small.
So, what do you do? Do you sit at home on your own, forcing down the turkey, thinking about what he or she may be doing? Or do you get dressed up & go out and enjoy yourself with family and friends and hope that you will be together soon.
Sitting home alone, moping without your secret lover won't make the day any easier will it? So, better to go out and enjoy yourself and at least take your mind off it.
Before you know it, the Thanksgiving holiday will be over and you will be back to your normal daily routine.
Have a great Thanksgiving.
The Secret loves of an ordinary woman.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Valentine's Day for secret lovers
Valentine's day is a very difficult one if you are secret lovers.
You really want to send a Valentine's card, but where is there that you can do this?
If you do have a place, then can you be sure that no one will intercept it & work out who the sender was?
The best thing about Valentine's Day cards though, is that many are sent worldwide with no hint of the sender in side them. If you really feel the need to make it known to your secret lover that the card came from you, then think of some small thing to put inside the card that only you two would recognise, something totally innocent that would never raise a question, but that your lover would spot in an instant.
Valentine's Day is traditionally a hearts and flowers occasion, so go ahead and send that card!
You really want to send a Valentine's card, but where is there that you can do this?
If you do have a place, then can you be sure that no one will intercept it & work out who the sender was?
The best thing about Valentine's Day cards though, is that many are sent worldwide with no hint of the sender in side them. If you really feel the need to make it known to your secret lover that the card came from you, then think of some small thing to put inside the card that only you two would recognise, something totally innocent that would never raise a question, but that your lover would spot in an instant.
Valentine's Day is traditionally a hearts and flowers occasion, so go ahead and send that card!
Monday, September 5, 2011
Affairs of the heart
It started with the occasional walk past my desk in the office.
A smile, a wink, the occasional light hearted comment about the weather or work.
It was nice, really nice, and I began to look forward to seeing him striding down the corridor towards me, smiling, confident.
I would quickly pat my hair or adjust my clothes, sit up straight, smile, make eye contact at the same time as him.
After a while, he would come bearing small gifts. A coffee, a sticky bun from the tea trolley, a flower from his garden, and like some inexperienced schoolgirl, I would accept them, blushing and flustered.
If one day he didn't appear, I couldn't concentrate on work, I was constantly glancing along that corridor for any small sign of him, and if by midday he hadn't paid me a visit, my lunch would be a miserable hour spent in the park alone, sandwiches thrown to the ducks.
It was during one of these achingly empty lunch breaks that I realised I had been bitten by the affair of the heart bug.
What would happen next?
A smile, a wink, the occasional light hearted comment about the weather or work.
It was nice, really nice, and I began to look forward to seeing him striding down the corridor towards me, smiling, confident.
I would quickly pat my hair or adjust my clothes, sit up straight, smile, make eye contact at the same time as him.
After a while, he would come bearing small gifts. A coffee, a sticky bun from the tea trolley, a flower from his garden, and like some inexperienced schoolgirl, I would accept them, blushing and flustered.
If one day he didn't appear, I couldn't concentrate on work, I was constantly glancing along that corridor for any small sign of him, and if by midday he hadn't paid me a visit, my lunch would be a miserable hour spent in the park alone, sandwiches thrown to the ducks.
It was during one of these achingly empty lunch breaks that I realised I had been bitten by the affair of the heart bug.
What would happen next?
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