I’ve hated red hair dryers ever since

Edgar's secret girlfriend had a red dryer

I’ll never forget the evening I opened the vanity drawer in my boyfriend’s house and saw another woman’s little red hair dryer, a cosmetics case and a tube of face cream. I grabbed the dryer, ran down the stairs and held it close up to Edgar’s face. “WHOSE IS THIS?” I demanded.

“Ah don’t know.  Ah never saw them,” said Edgar, in his best Mississippi drawl.

Turns out, Edgar was a big-time liar and cheater. Surprise! Surprise!  He lied and cheated so often, I think he actually believed himself. Pathological, some might say.

I am a master sleuth (thanks to my experience as a reporter) and I eventually discovered who owned the red hair dryer. I even hatched an intricate plan so one of my friends could meet the other woman. Edgar knew I knew about her. It made him wild.  But he never admitted, not for one second, the he was a liar or a cheater.

Kudos to Elin Woods for sending a text to Tiger’s purported mistress on his phone, while he slept. Perhaps she did a good thing for her husband. She certainly did a good thing for herself.

We have to travel many roads to become FOF, so when we get there, we’ll know how—and with whom—we want to spend our lives.