What I was Feeling When I Experienced the Subway Ride that Changed my Life

Hi, my name is Myrtle Wilson, and I am going to be blogging about living the life of a poor housewife while in secret I am the lover of an extremely wealthy man named Tom.  Tom and I met, as you can probably guess from the title, in a subway.  I was on the way to New York to see my sister when our eyes first met.  He was wearing an expensive looking dress suit and patent leather shoes.  I could not take my eyes off him, and apparently he felt the same way about me because whenever he would look in my direction I had to pretend to read the advertisement above his head.  As we were getting off, he presses up against me, and I flirtatiously told him that if he didn't get away I would have to call the police.  He knew that I was joking, and next thing I knew he was showing me into a taxi cab and getting in beside me.  He didn't even have to tell me his name or say hello, but I knew that we had a special connection.  I have a thing for extremely powerful men, and though I'm sure some of you think it's weird that he did not speak to me until after we were in the cab, I love the fact that we didn't even need to communicate verbally to know what each of us wanted to do.  In that cab ride away from the subway station, I had hopes and dreams to leave my husband and be with this man, yet as you will find out, perfect endings aren't exactly  my forte.