I’m carpet bombing them with the same boilerplate message, suggesting, with unsurpassed creativity and seductiveness, that we get together for a drink.
In the spirit of this gender reversal, I invite you to picture me as Carrie Bradshaw, sprawled out on her bed with her Power Book G3, as she voice-overs, "I couldn’t help but wonder: Are unfaithful women the new adulterous men? She recognizes me from my profile photo, and I slide in across from her.
What, exactly, is compelling these married women to set up "sexy dates" in droves, aside from easy Internet access?
For years, our collective narrative of the errant housewife has run thusly: Neglected by her aloof or abusive husband and dying a slow death from her suburban prison, she falls into the arms of a dashing, romantic gentleman.
"I’m a dirty old man trapped in a woman’s body," she says.
She’s around 40, wearing casual, loose-fitting clothes and a pleasant smile. It is, though—if her identity were somehow unmasked, it could torpedo her high-powered career: She’s worked for one of the most prominent political figures in the country and nearly ended up in Obama’s administration.
In short, she doesn’t fit the portrait of the promiscuous, inconstant woman cast as the adulteress in Hollywood dramas. Over cold Cusque F1;a beers on a hot July afternoon, Megan drops the professional mien.