Being The Other Woman
MIMI Features
Written By: Kara Weeks
Photo Credits: Ron Chapple Studios
Caption: "Vulnerable African Woman" (Model Used For Illustrative Purposes
Only)
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I think I have a stamp on my forehead that reads "Men: If you have a
girlfriend or wife, I am yours for the taking…" I’m serious. I don’t
mean to sound cocky, but attached men have been drawn to me
since my teenage years. As an innocent virgin at sixteen years old,
my uncle and two of his male relatives (all married or engaged)
made sexual advances towards me. I was hurt, disappointed, but I
realized that I had this power over men. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t
get every man I want—far from it. But there have been men in my
life that, while emotionally and/or legally attached to their girlfriends,
fiancées, or wives, have not been able to overcome the temptation
of being with me.
My first foray into this club of Jezebels was with a good friend of
mine. He was my first lover. He lived in another part of the country,
so we only came together every now and again. Those times we
did, our activities were of the PG-13 kind—just making out. A couple
of years ago, he announced during a visit that he’d met someone
and was going to ask her to be his girlfriend. That was fine by me.
I wasn’t interested in dating him.
MIMI Features
Written By: Kara Weeks
Photo Credits: Ron Chapple Studios
Caption: "Vulnerable African Woman" (Model Used For Illustrative Purposes
Only)
.
I think I have a stamp on my forehead that reads "Men: If you have a
girlfriend or wife, I am yours for the taking…" I’m serious. I don’t
mean to sound cocky, but attached men have been drawn to me
since my teenage years. As an innocent virgin at sixteen years old,
my uncle and two of his male relatives (all married or engaged)
made sexual advances towards me. I was hurt, disappointed, but I
realized that I had this power over men. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t
get every man I want—far from it. But there have been men in my
life that, while emotionally and/or legally attached to their girlfriends,
fiancées, or wives, have not been able to overcome the temptation
of being with me.
My first foray into this club of Jezebels was with a good friend of
mine. He was my first lover. He lived in another part of the country,
so we only came together every now and again. Those times we
did, our activities were of the PG-13 kind—just making out. A couple
of years ago, he announced during a visit that he’d met someone
and was going to ask her to be his girlfriend. That was fine by me.
I wasn’t interested in dating him.
