She’s married, a mom.

She’s been lurking here for a while, reading, reading, reading.

She confesses that I, um, affect her – profoundly.

My writing gets her wet.

My life makes her envious.

She steeled up her courage and contacted me. She didn’t think I’d answer. But I did.

She was worried, for a moment, that I would be a threat to her marriage.

So worried that she ended our (brief) flirtation.

Then she decided that I wasn’t a threat to her marriage, but rather, that I was a necessity for her.

I’m not sure what to do with all this.

One thing’s for sure: when I inspire people to think more creatively about the options available to them as sexual beings, as husbands, as wives, I’m a happy guy.

But what of the cousin of that scenario, one in which I inspire one member of a couple to imagine a future less bleak than the one in which s/he currently finds herself, himself? But when the other member of the couple has no interest?

What then?