me. I’m special. I am flattered”, merely serve to override the nagging doubts. “Surely I’m the only one” is another excuse naively clung to. No! You are not. These men are serial offenders. These men are ego trippers. These men are power mongers! These men are married! These men are to be avoided at all costs.
Then there is the male who feigns sympathy. Men who say something like “your husband needs to have his head read for leaving you”. Well, Mr. “Happily” Married, you should have your head read for saying something like that to a newly divorced woman. I know your wife! I like your wife. You are a chancing, f**cking d*ckwit. I wouldn’t do any work for you if I didn’t need the damn money. And I would tell her, but maybe she’d think it was my fault. Is it my fault?
I start to wonder what it is about me. Do I dress like a tart? Do I act like a sl-t. Do I flirt outrageously. The answer to all these questions is no. In fact I distance myself from the men that I work with. I don’t want to encourage unwanted advances. And then I realize. It would happen to any half decent looking woman with breasts and a butt. A dog attracted to a bone. Need I say more?
Sadly the problems don’t remain only with the married men. The wanna-be married’s are just as bad, if not worse. I think that quite possibly the worst type of male is the one who pretends to love you without bounds. It’s frightening because he doesn’t only fool you – he fools himself too. At least the others are blatantly obvious about their intentions. But this one? Be very careful of this one. He will love you, honour you, respect and adore you. He will put nothing before you. He will help you, provide for you, take you away from all this.