I just got back from Ottawa where I was on the set of a movie being made about the first year of my life post-divorce. That's right -- a movie. About me. Little' ol me -- just a former stay-at-home mom of three kids, whose entire world, six years ago, was so pulverized, she didn't even want to get out of bed, let alone forge a new career or identity for herself.
So I received a proposition this week from a man I met online. I'm still trying to decide if it's indecent. Is it different? Yes. Freaky? Borderline. Am I considering it? Hmmmm...kind of. This large, manly, uber sexy hunk has an unusual desire: He wants to be my domestic. That's right. Domestic. As in as in down on his hands and knees, cleaning my toilets and floors and whatever else I want him to do.