Through some whimsical turn of events, I met a few married good looking men these days. As we became acquaintances, I came to the realization that they look amazingly good. They are all in the same category: thirty something, executives and married without children. I guess children are strictly barred from 30-something executives marriages. And they all have beautiful wives. And then it started: the chills. The friendly acquaintances started to give me attentions. Maybe it's my retarded humor or backwards intelligence, Lord knows what. It ruined everything. The horror and nightmares at night, as my overcaffeined imagination stamped me as a home-wrecker already, only after the few times of social interactions. And I realized my boyfriend will be reading this so honey, it's all casual, I'm the freak here.

But then I realized that married men scare the crap out of me. My uncle, who is nice and jolly like Coke's version of Santa Claus, scares me. I have the suspicions that all married men are deeply messed up and always looking for places to channel their frustrations as their wives become increasingly busy with social gatherings and their children (even pets') needs, but not his. So all these imaginations are tended by the care of our dysfunctional society whereby every source of information has a special slot for pedophiles and rapists. All I could think of is that I'm in a vulnerable position. Alone, armless, not even a pepperspray (now you know what to buy me for my birthday), struggling to buy unnecessary clothing items and trying to feed the hunger to travel. I understand really, how some girls have sugardaddys. In my mind, it is always the married men's faults. That is not a feminist statement, in case you're wondering.

It gives me chills.

So please, bride or groom to be, I warn you, your marriage better be over without kids or lasts happily ever after with kids. I don't think you want your daughter to wonder this same thing. ...