3.18.2007

The Matey Chronicles - Chapter One

The Other Woman, A Matey's Story
by Nadya Dee



She had fallen back into her bad habit. Once again, she had resigned herself to that lowly role of the other woman. The one who was in the know, but inevitably was always left all alone. The one who would provide the care and the caresses in exchange for her soul. She really thought that she had gotten over what she called the "matey-syndrome" considered it a phase, a rite of passage to being able to identify the right man in the midst of all the wrong ones. Then he came along, tugging at her heart strings, out of nowhere. She had met him before, but by then she was already caught up in her previous role as inconvenient woman and quickly dispelled his look of enchantment. But now she was free and single, and although unwilling to enter into a full blown relationship, she was well prepared to take the time to get to know someone enough, sexually and intellectually; she was on the prowl again.

It had been two years since she mentally castrated her ex-boyfriend for (ironically) infidelity which led to months of random meaningless sexual encounters and unfulfilling half-hearted romantic trysts. But her heart hungered for more. And here he came with the perfect menu. From the appetizer to the dessert, not withstanding the main course, he satisfied her every desire in ways she could never have imagined. If she had actually made a list of spousal attributes with a scoresheet, he would have gotten First Class Honours. At first she thought she was stretching things, maybe this was her pussy convincing her of these positives just so it could have another conquest. It had been a while since she'd been satisfied sexually. But no, this was much more than physical. It was as if there was something cosmic about her need for him. A need that she tried to, but could not, resist.

He had come to her in a dream, out of the blue, one night after she cried herself to sleep prior to calling Mr. Man only to be met by cold shouldered one word responses and the promise of that future call that would never come. It was eerie, He came as a clear memory of a face, nothing more, and she regarded it as such. Then she saw him face-to-face, was introduced to him for the second time and felt a kick in her stomach, propelling her to react with even a slight flirt, to indicate to him her affections. She resisted, because of the circumstances. She did not, and would not make a habit of fucking friends. She was in enough shit to begin with. She hadn't seen her ex for years and had officially declared him dead. But she still maintained contact with his best friend and therein lied her biggest obstacle.

That night of their last encounter, the warm sensation, whether it was from the excess of rum in her bowels or just being in his presence, he returned to her in a dream and she woke up (no lie) adamant that she would find him and let him know how she felt. This was ridiculous. Would it even work? It seemed like a challenge, and she revelled in the thought of another challenge.

Days had past since she dreamt him the second time and made that concious decision to seek him out. She had found him online and sent him a message, friendly but evasive, hoping that he'd remembered her and someway somehow, share the attraction that was now building a future within her mind. And why wouldn't he, she'd had enough experience with men to know which buttons to press, and she'd just press each and every one of his.

The real problem arose when she discovered that he was her counterpart, that as much as she knew which of his buttons to press he could press hers right back. He was everything she had imagined, and everything she could not. Which is why it destabilised her when she found out he was already taken. But ofcourse he was taken! That seemed to be a requirement for any attraction that she had. Unavailability. Is there something so appealing about a man that is out of reach?

Another challenge arose. Could she reconvince herself that it's the good men that are taken and that due to the uneven distribution of men to women in society it would become necessary eventually for women to share one man? It was Polygamy justified.

But this one was not like the others and she could not just fall back into position. She wanted this one for herself. She wanted to nurture him and support him and be with him constantly. The selfishness of human nature boiled within her. She was unwilling to settle for second best again. She felt as if those dreams were a sign, that he was promised to her and she was going to get her due.

So she carefully planned her strategy of divide and conquer, the prey had become the predator and the game was on. She'd just have to play her cards right.

to be contd...