uh-oh

Today was another day with no work but no real worries, and more idyllic weather. I spent the morning cleaning house, then headed north to Cycle Gear to try to find some motorcycle boots.

It's been a problem finding any that fit me as I am plagued with long, skinny feet.  Few manufacturers  make women's motorcycle boots, and those that do usually make 1 style for every 20 men's styles. I was looking for some plain ankle boots for warm weather, but nothing was in stock. I ended up special ordering.

While in Cycle Gear, my cell phone rang. The caller ID said Private Caller; these irritate me, but since my number could be on a lost cat's ID tag, I had to answer. But there was nobody on the other end.

A few minutes later, Ian called.

"Did you get a blocked call a few minutes ago?" he said.

I said yes, but they hadn't said anything.

"I think that was my wife," he said.

It eventuated that it really was his wife.

Earlier today, she had taken a look at their cell phone bill and wondered who the hell Ian was calling so often. When he fessed up (sort of - I doubt he mentioned the flirtation factor), she promptly went jihad, and didn't believe that we hadn't been fucking our brains out the last few months. But then I suppose a couple of snog sessions combined with some coffee/lunch dates are equivalent to adultery, especially if you're Jimmy Carter.

I don't know what will happen now, and neither does Ian.  His only response was to repeat the verbal shrug-phrase "it is what it is", and that he would talk to me again when he could. I hope he won't be made to suffer unduly, but it seems marriage and suffering always go together, especially when the honeymoon is over.

The situation makes me feel really sad. All flirtation aside, Ian was genuinely helpful and sweet, and his sense of humor was beginning to charm me. He does a really good Jack Nicholson imitation.