You know me, well maybe not me specifically, you know girls like me. I am outgoing, Senior Class President, Honors student, played lacrosse, candy stripper at the hospital. Went to college to be a nurse, got my PA degree with a focus in Public Health. I had various boyfriends but not married. You, my mother, my coworkers ask why, I am the perfect wife, I will make a great mother, except I am 29 and single.

My truth is what some may suspect, I need a woman, not a man. That's true I do need a woman, I have a thing, especially for petite bookish women, and for some reason I have a thing for Hispanic women, one very specific Hispanic woman I met in college in California, can't disclose the University. She has a somewhat public life, her family pressures her to get married, like me because of our relationship we are both in the closet. We have thought of just going public, sounds good but it would be a disaster.

I have an older, forty something, man, am MD who pays attention to me, knows about my secret life and shields me. He is my escort, my mentor, my male lover and he has asked me to marry him, several times. My dear and I have decided this is best, her public life has to be protected. I will get married, a sham he agrees to, he will give us cover. We will be able to make love in a huge bed, in a great big room, behind iron gates, behind closed doors, under his protection. A sanctuary, our sanctuary, his wedding gift to us.