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If They Only Knew: Diary Of A Woman With Two Lovers

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We’re back with Mahogany Rose, a beautiful, educated young woman living in New York City who’s in a committed relationship—with two different men…who don’t know about each other. Mahogany holds nothing back when describing the ins and outs of her relationships, with her thoughts, feelings and (sexual) encounters laid out in all their complicated completeness. Mahogany’s honesty is not for the faint of heart. Join us in this second installment which will either make your jaw drop or have you wondering how you can successfully juggle two lovers.

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People who know me and are aware of my situation (and there are very few) often ask how I’ve managed to get away with juggling two relationships over the last couple of years. It goes without saying, my love life isn’t for the faint at heart. It requires thought, strategic planning, chutzpah, and most times, good old-fashioned common sense. One of the biggest mistakes a woman in my position can make is dating two men that are very similar. They share the same interests, like the same music, and live in the same borough—so then why are you so surprised when Marcus catches you making out with Javon at the bar both men frequent?

When it comes to my situation, Stan and Jamie are like night and day, with each playing an integral role in my life. I sometimes feel as if I’m living two lives. There’s my industry life, which occupies most of my time. As a publicist at a well-known public relations firm, I’m often on the red carpet with my celebrity clients, and during my off time, my face is fixture at many high-profile events. I’m in the know and in the circle, and as a respected figure in the industry, so is Stan. Despite his marital status, we attend fundraisers, celebrity birthday parties, album release events, and movie premieres as a couple. His wife of three years, Camille, is a doting spouse, but she chooses to remain at home and out of the spotlight. Since he has her waiting at home, Stan doesn’t have a whole lot of time to devote to being with me, which has proven to be advantageous in my relationship with Jamie.

I guess this is a better time than any to tell you more about Jamie. For starters, he’s the opposite of Stan in every way. He’s a young professional (like myself), college-educated, sophisticated and reserved, and has absolutely no interest in the industry. He watches documentaries, listens to jazz, enjoys engaging in political discussions, and his wardrobe consists of slacks, jeans (not the kind that sags from the hips exposing a man’s boxers for all the world to see), blazers, and button downs. He’s also Puerto Rican and, as shallow as it sounds, when I moved here, I was determined to snag a tall, good looking, light-eyed, pretty-hair-having Puerto Rican man (I guess you could call it the Precious syndrome), and no, not just any Puerto Rican would do. I can only imagine my parents’ disappointment if I’d coupled up with a corner boy. Come on, you know the type—they’re standing on the corner in front of the bodega when you leave to go to work in the morning, and they’re still standing in the same spot when you return home in the evening. A man like that would never fit into the bourgeois side of my life, a life that consists of friends who are lawyers, doctors and business owners. It’s the part of my life I refer to as my “second life.” A life that includes invites to the Hamptons during the summer months, cocktail parties at my good friend Dr. Jonathan Chambers‘s downtown penthouse, and the occasional meal at Cipriani. It’s the life my parents spent a small fortune on piano lessons, academic summer programs, extracurricular activities, college and graduate school to make sure I have, and Jamie fits that life like the perfect Hervé Léger bandage dress. It’s the life I hope we can give our children one day.

As that thought crosses my mind, Jamie enters me as we start our lovemaking. It feels so good, I’m tempted to stop him and request he remove the condom to make the thought a reality, but the impulse quickly escapes me as I think about all the things Jamie and I want to accomplish before we go that route…and then there’s Stan.

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