On the Bliss of Ignorance
December 18, 2005 | permalink
No picture with today's post, Gentle Readers, as it is a picture which is currently messing with my head. A futile gesture, perhaps, but I find the irony very poetic.
A while ago, a friend of mine sent me a purity test, wondering how my score might compare to hers. All in good fun, I dutifully took the test (and scored more pure, to both our surprise). Ever since I have gotten emails from one of those 'adult' dating sites about once a week. You know, the kind that is supposedly full of people who just want to have one night stands with you. I never got around to taking my name off of the list... just not annoyed enough, I guess.
Anyway, I get one today, and it comes up in the preview pane of Outlook, and one of the pictures of near nude women is that of my ex-wife. (You can't see her face, but even without the tattoo on her back that I designed for her clearly visible, I would have no doubt. I was with her for ten years; I know every inch of her.) It was taken in the apartment on the Upper West Side that we used to live in, in the bedroom. From the furniture and whatnot in the background, I would say it was taken the year before we were married, or maybe just after.
Gentle Readers, I did not take this picture. I have never seen this picture before. I can't help but think the worst. I know that she was with another man at the end of our marriage. And as terrible as that was, on one level it was understandable; we were miserable, and things were horrible. But this picture is from a time when I thought that things were good, and that we were happy. Now I think maybe I was just a fool. I feel sick.
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