Okay, now this is just weird.
Yesterday, my wife had lunch with an acquaintance who’d recently returned from a trip abroad. This woman had gone to see her ex-husband in a last-ditch attempt to “give it another go”. This is certainly testimony to her boundless optimism, especially in view of the fact that the ex is already engaged to the ‘other’ woman (with whom he supposedly had the affair that broke up the marriage). The trip was less than successful, because he rejected her entreaties and consequently, she returned to Cape Town with little to show for her efforts, other than a huge credit card bill. I’m not sure if there is anything that hath no fury like a woman scorned twice over, but if there is, I imagine it must be pretty bad. Yes, I realise that this isn’t particularly strange, but I needed to establish the context.
I was only listening with half an ear* as Mrs Kyknoord related the whole sordid and sorry tale, but I nonetheless experienced a serious “Huh?” moment when she got to the part where the ex-hubby apparently claimed that his bride-to-be was still a virgin. Say what? I mean, of course he’s spewing excrement of the gentleman cow, but still… What on earth could be the motive for telling such a whopper? Retroactively applied innocence, maybe? Even if one suspends disbelief utterly, it rather begs the question: What is the point of having an affair if you don’t actually sleep with the other person? Isn’t that one of the primary reasons for engaging in an illicit liaison in the first place? Who on earth has a ‘platonic’ affair? Is that even possible? Now that’s what I mean by weird.
* At the time, there was a really fascinating commercial on TV about where all the missing socks in the world go. I haven’t a clue what they were advertising, though.