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I am a happily married women but we all know the rule. "You can look but can't touch." You know men do it so why can't we right? I have always tried not to look or show interest but sometimes it is just so hard.

What are you suppose to do when someone attractive walks past you as you are pushing your double stroller begging you kids to be quiet? You take a little peak while thinking to yourself that your husband has let himself go a little bit. Which in turn makes you take a look at yourself. You have baby spit up on your shoulder, your hair is in a ponytail and your highlights have seriously grown out. You realize also that you forgot to put on your tennis shoes and are still wearing your slippers.

As you glance as this perfect image of what your husband use to be you swear to yourself you are not going to nag him when you get home and you are going to make yourself look fabulous by the time he gets home. Because if you are thinking this while out what in the world is he thinking when he sees a "HOT" women?

Secret love is what made me a frequent shopper at Wal-mart. Every time I walk through those doors my heart starts to pound and I keep a watchful eye out. I try to give my children whatever I can to keep them occupied so I am not distracted as I am looking.

I take my time looking around. Looking at stuff that I don't even need or want. Who needs Depends in my house? NO ONE! I become flustered as I realize I am not even paying attention to what I am looking at but I can't get them off my mind. Yes, I said them. I admit it okay. There is more then one.

I have a great relationship with my husband we communicate really well. I sometimes want to admit to him my secret love but would it be smart? Or does he already know?
Would he laugh at me? Would he then admit he has a secret love?

So I cannot put it off any longer. I circle the store one more time. I see the aisle they are in and my heartbeat is so loud I can't even hear my kids screaming, " Mom, mom, mom, mom." I am finally walking by. I reach out and... grab....two well needed boxes of Entenmann's Buttermilk dough-nuts. As I place them in my cart I realize I should not be giving into my secret love of dough-nuts. I am out the door and my need has been fulfilled until next time my secret love.

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