"Dating was in the Google History on Deidres husbands laptopwedged between Sluts on Suzukis and Titty-Titty Bang-Bang.
Dating! Deidre felt sick. She didnt care about the porn, but dating? Why was her apparently loyal, monogamous husband of seven years checking out dating services on the net?
Deidre clicked on the seemingly innocuous little wordher chest tightening, her heart racingmorbidly fascinated, and just a bit anxious about what she might find.
As the long list of dating services unfolded on the screen before her, she heard the penny dropwell, penniesa truckload of discordant, deafening pennies tumbling down over her head and scattering around her feet.
There was the bank statement shed recently stumbled across -$10,000 drawn from a joint savings account over a few months, with nothing to show for it. Not much anyway, not $10,000 worth.
Root canal therapy, her husband had repliedwincing for effectwhen shed asked him what hed spent the money on. A couple of suits, hed continued. Tailored black suits, hed repeated, with emphasis, as though tailored and black justified an extortionate amount. Suits? Who needs more than one black suit? shed asked. Couldnt decide which one to buy, hed replied, so I bought two Okay
But there were other signs she suddenly realised, looking at the screenof something up, something not quite rightin the past few months.
What are these womens sunglasses doing under the passenger seat of your car, shed asked her husband a short while ago, dangling the sunglasses in front of him, then asking with a laugh: Are you having an affair?
She recalled the bored look on his face, like a yawn. And the fact he didnt answer her questionthe one about an affair. He appeared more interested in what she was doing under the passenger seat. Looking for my wallet, shed replied. But dont deflect "
Well, hed finally said, his expression an: its-no-big-deal, James must have dropped them when I gave him a lift.
James has an interesting taste in sunglasses, Deidre said, trying them on and catching her reflection in a mirror. They suited her, which was unusual, because sunglasses rarely did. If James is so careless to lose his sunglasses, I think Ill have to keep them, shed decided, happy to leave it at that.
Deidre scanned the list of dating sites on the screen, and thought about the sexual practice her husband had recently introduced into their bedroom.
Lying on his back, hed positioned her in a squat over him, and asked her to sink down on his cock, avoiding any other skin contact. It was great, shed enjoyed it, but now her suspicions were aroused. Who had taught him that? she thought, reaching for the phone. Had he picked that up from some little floozy hed contacted through a dating site, or was it from Sluts on Suzukis?
Suddenly Deidre felt close to tears. She dialled her husbands work number. I cant talk, he answered before shed barely said hello. Im in the middle of a meeting.
But Deidre refused to be deterred. Ive just got to ask you something, she said. Im on your laptop because mines crashed, and I notice youve been accessing dating sites She trailled off.
There was silence. Then Deidres husband hissed: How dare you use my computer, how dare you snoop around my History!
I had to get my e-mails, Deidre said, her voice quaking. I wasnt snoopingI went to Google, and your History came up The dawning of a big conglomerate of her husbands betrayals was rising in her throat.
Her husband finally answered: I had the laptop at work; a few of the guys wanted to look at the sitesto see if there was anyone on it they knew.
That was it. That was his explanation. Deidre felt stupid; but she also felt uneasy.
Ive got to go, her husband said, irritatedbut just before hanging up he said: Deidre? Yes, she replied, hopeful. Please dont use my computer, fix your own.
Deidre was angry, and miserable. She clicked on the first dating service on the list in front of her, and selected her State, her City, and Men, aged 30-50.
She began to trawl through the photos that appeared, which were accompanied by captions, a brief blurb and More information. It was strange how she was compelled to find the evidence she didnt want to face.
As Deidre scrolled down the photos, she realised this was how people met a mate in the 21st century. She remembered her friend Marianne saying shed been at a dinner party where two of the couples had met over the net through a dating site. Another couple had re-united in their 30s, after going out in their teens, when the woman Googled the mans name, hoping to find a reference to him.
Deidre looked at the photos of 30-50-year-old men until Funny guy caught her eye. She stopped scrolling. Funny guy had a rugged, kind face. She paused, then clicked on More information.
Funny guy liked nude bushwalking, telling the truth, and caring for the people he said he loved.
Deidre stared at him; he looked pretty funnyand she was in need of a good laugh. She hit Reply.