I even scan my book group—middle-aged expatriates who like to read about the Holocaust—for candidates. Everything seems to be settled, but again we part without fixing a date. She replies that she enjoyed our conversation, too, but that she'd like to meet again to talk more about our plans. I'm beginning to doubt whether she'll go through with this.
I notice women everywhere —at the photo shop, in line at the supermarket. "I have a threesome in two hours," I keep boasting to myself. On the way, I insist that we stop at a little food stand, where I buy cheese, sausage, honey, and bread — in case we work up an appetite later. When I asked about his intentions regarding a drawer containing dozens of stray socks, he said his heirs would sort it out. Maybe I'm daunted by the price tag on a stainless-steel Rolex. Although I wrote a book about infidelity around the world, I ended up concluding that fidelity is quite a good idea. This wouldn't technically be cheating, but it's not textbook monogamy, either. Follow Marie Claire on Facebook for the latest celeb news, beauty tips, fascinating reads, livestream video, and more.For his 40th birthday, I had my eye on a vintage watch. Maybe, as a journalist, I can't resist a deadline, or I pity him heading into middle age consigned to sleeping with the same woman (me) for the rest of his life. Indeed, the idea of a threesome is so exotic that for a few weeks, it just sits there. It turns out that all of my girlfriends and practically all the spouses of his friends would potentially make the cut, including the pregnant ones. My husband and his friends can chat over a beer about getting two women into bed. But middle-class straight girls don't tend to compare same-sex fantasies. My husband rejects the idea of a sex club as too public. I think she gets that I'm propositioning her, but instead of taking the bait, she becomes the Cassandra of threesomes. Not only is Emma out of the running, she seems to be morphing into that most dreaded of creatures: the friend. He's immediately very physical with her, which breaks the ice. I'd focused so much on the logistics and the catering that I had forgotten we were all going to be naked. My husband tells me afterward that he got a little lost, too. I get the sense that we're all trying to divide our attention equitably. She describes the rogue ex-boyfriend who pressured her to go to bed with him and his other lover, and the friends of hers who swapped partners and never swapped back. She talks of future lunch dates at other Asian restaurants. We have a sort of group hug, and then we agree that he can take off both of our dresses. My third surprise is that, when you're detail-oriented like me, threesomes are confusing.