Ireceived emails ALL DAY yesterday about the details of how. “How does one go about playing at the other woman, you know, specifically.”

Okay, then. The short of it: I called my man, casually asked him to come meet me at a bar, no big deal, nothing out of the ordinary. Meanwhile, that day, I dressed in clothes he’d never ever seen, clothes I normally would never wear. Jewelry I’d never wear. Eyeshadow, lipstick colors I wouldn’t normally be caught wearing, dead or otherwise. The idea was to be completely different, right down to my perfume scent. Huge share here (this was kinda key, as it made me feel like the other woman): BY for women, Dolce & Gabbana is total Whore Lure. It’s my favorite sex scent. Warm, spicy, linger, dirty, almost filthy. You’ll just have to trust me. So fcuking good.

And of course, the key was a wig. I didn’t go all out and buy some Housewives of Atlanta human hair wig. Costume shop, my friends. In NYC, I ran to my corner Ricky’s. I might have added my chicken cutlets. Done.

So, there I am at the bar, waiting. There’s a long version of this story, but I just want to emphasize one last thing. If you’re going to role-play, which is what you’re doing, you need to play that part, hard. You do small talk. Ask him if he has any siblings? “And what is it you do for a living?” You date the fcuk out of him. You laugh at his jokes, find ways to touch his arm, his shoulder. You flirt. You play it coy, you play it forward. You have the time of your life.

Maybe you make it back to “his place,” maybe you surprise him with a hotel room. Maybe you head south in a cab headed north. The whole point is the idea of maybe, reminding each other of a time in your life when maybe hung in the air and had its own pulse.