I didn’t mean for it to happen.
I swear… I really didn’t… but then again… isn’t that what everyone says?
I couldn’t control myself?
I was overwhelmed with passion?
I was in love with a feeling?
I thought it would be just a one night stand… a fling really.
But it wasn’t….
Me sitting secluded in the dark booth…
My new lover, Lemon Lush Pie from Jongewaard’s Bake n Broil sitting seductively in front of me.
Oh… how he lured me in…
His intoxicating smell…
His handsome exterior…
He was the perfect combination: sweet, rich, complicated in his multiple layers.
Any woman would have fallen for his magnetic pull.
One bite… and I was overwhelmed.
I tried to act coy… pretend I wasn’t that interested… and so I pushed him away and waited a week before I returned.
And when I arrived… he was excited to see me.
All spruced up on his little blue plate… just waiting in anticipation for the moment when we would be together again.
I didn’t hesitate.
I jumped right in.
And by the time I was done I was spent… satisfied.
I believed that my craving for him had been quenched but I was a fool…
I had no idea what power he had over me.
Soon, I was obsessed.
I began to talk about him often.
I found numerous ways to bring him up in almost any conversation.
Any excuse to focus on my crush:
“Hey Ms. Wood, did you hear about that incident in North Korea?
“Oh yes,” I would reply. “By the way… did you know that they don’t have Lemon Lush pie in North Korea? I think we should go have some just to celebrate that fact.”
Soon… I was dragging others along with me.
They had no idea how serious it was.
They thought we were just friends.
They thought it was just casual.
And like any good addict I hid my addiction.
I kept my distance at the table.
I never licked my fingers in public or acted as if my heart raced whenever I was near him.
I made sure not to stare at him for too long or give him an overly flirty look.
I played it all off… and I was good… really good…until the real lying began.
I would come up with any excuse… any reason… to get away and be with my crush.
“Hey D.D.” Stephen my boyfriend would say, “I’ve gotta pick something up at Home Depot do you want to…”
“Oh! I’ll go for you,” I would shout, knowing that Bake n Broil was less than a mile from the hardware store.
“Are you sure?” Stephen would question… his innocent gaze completely unsuspecting.
“Sure,” I would say overly cheerful.
And when I returned… sated once again… sugar still on my lips… he had no idea of my indiscretion.
But after months of lying… I began to feel horrible.
How could I do this to my man?
Hadn’t he always been so good to me?
Extreme guilt washed over me each time I looked into Stephen’s sweet, naive face.
I watched as he stayed steadfast… his trust in me secure… while he ate his diet lunches and dinners sure in his knowledge that we were in a mutually exclusive relationship comprised of trust and love.
But it still didn’t stop me.
I had to have Lemon Lush at any cost.
Soon, I began bringing him home.
I had him in my office.
In my bathtub.
In my bed.
He was amazing.
And each time we were together… the risk seemed worth it.
Even when I heard the dogs bark…
the gate latch lift…
the front door swing open…
I rushed to finish before I was caught ecstatic that once again… I had my way.
But like any affair… the outcome always ends in tears and so… on one particular Friday when I believed Stephen to be fast at work in his office in Anaheim, I sat in my bed, fork in hand, an entire pie tin of Lemon Lush pressed close to my face, and looked up to find that Stephen had quietly come down the hallway and was now standing at my bedroom door, shocked… stunned…. expression full of pain.
“All this time?” He said, his voice breaking on the last word.
I stared at him… caught mid-act I didn’t know what to say.
Lemon Lush had no time to hide and I had no time to clean myself up.
“How could you do it?” He asked. “D.D. How could you do it?”
I sat silent.
Mute in my guilt, as Stephen slowly turned and headed off down the hallway and out the front door.
We sat there… Lemon Lush and I… unwilling to go on… ashamed of our behavior.
I gathered his things and escorted him to the trash bin.
I could see that he was hurt but I knew… it was Lemon Lush or Stephen… and Stephen was my true love.
I would have to make an amends to Stephen and give Lemon Lush up forever.
I left him at the curb and rushed to find my keys so that I could go find Stephen and apologize for my indiscretion.
I found him… sitting on his front stoop.
Eating a tin of Sardines.
Glass of water by his side.
I walked up hang-dogged and sat beside him.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “It won’t ever happen again.”
“Oh I know it won’t,” Stephen said. ” There’s consequences to your actions.”
He tipped his head, motioning behind him, where I saw the Weight Watchers Digital Scale looming in the background.
“Go ahead,” he said as he ate his last sardine.
I stood up, I knew what I had to do. I stepped on the scale gingerly.
“All the way,” Stephen said sternly.
I watched as the scale went up twenty pounds higher than it had read four months ago when the affair began.
I gasped in shock.
“I could have told you that guy wasn’t good for you,” Stephen said smugly as he moved on to his hard-boiled egg… a small snarky smirk on his face… knowing the painful months that lay before me.
And the day-to-day painful longing for my lost love: Lemon Lush.