A group of friends and I went out a few weeks ago at an event and had the opportunity to meet a local artist.  Now, ladies, when I tell you that this man was FOINE, please understand that I am in no way, shape or form exaggerating the claim.  He was tall, polite, beautiful smile, had strong, yet soft hands and insisted on hugging each of us to thank us for supporting his showing that night.  As he moved away to work the rest of the room, we all looked to each other and gave the “he could get it” look.

As Mr. Perfect walked away with, his manly frame still in my peripheral, something caught my eye: His wedding band.  *sigh* It would figure that my fantasy had already been claimed by someone else.  While the girls and I enjoyed the hors d’oeuvres and free wine being passed, I observed this man moving from group to group, eventually taking a moment to himself, never once being joined by his better half.  I mean, this was kind of a big deal presentation and Mrs. Dream Snatcher never materialized.

As the evening drew to a close (and as I was STILL watching him with my good eye), I did happen to notice that there was a particular woman that managed to elicit his undivided attention.  She was giving him all the “I’m available and interested” signals and was not wearing a ring herself.  The crew and I made our exit before the guest of honor and his newfound friend finished their conversation, but the extremely nosey broad in me wanted to see how the whole situation would pan out.  It was not out of the realm of possibility that the two of them went elsewhere to get to know one another a little more or to have a night cap.  It is 2012…

Before attending the opening, I did a good Google search on the artist and got to know a little more about his background, education, upcoming exhibits, collaborations, shoe size, but there was no printed mention of his wife.  Anywhere.  On the entire internet.  What’s up with that?

It turns out that the artist and I have a friend in common and I asked what was up with the whole situation.  My friend aligned with man code and just said, “Dude is married.  That’s all I can tell you.”

Since all this happened, I have started to pay a bit more attention to attractive, high-profile men that purposely omit mentions of their wives or significant others.  It takes government-level espionage to find a name, let alone a picture of them together.  And somehow, the women on the other side of these arrangements are OK with this?

Please understand that if sweet Jesus of Nazareth blessed me with a man as attractive and talented as the one I described in this here post, ALL of y’all would know that we were together, especially if we were married.  There would be no way that I would be comfortable with the thought of other women thinking he was available for choosing.

What do y’all think?  Could you be the “secret wife”?  Does keeping yourself in the shadows open the door for him to play?

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