Leather Spinster

Back in the days of having a home on wheels I learned how nosey neighbors can be. I was single for about three years and blissfully going about my life without realizing that I was being watched – closely, by my neighbors across the small cove that separated us.

I became aware of this situation when my friend, Jill had a terrible argument with her spouse. She came down to my house and said “I need to get drunk.” We went to the neighborhood bar where she promptly downed two “Purple Hooters” and a Lite Beer. Then she started nursing a beer, munching Nachos, and describing to me in very graphic details how she would hang her husband by his genitals. A couple of beers, Purple Hooters later we went downstairs to listen to the band. By this time Jill was feeling no pain. She sat down, and then promptly slid down her chair so all I could see of her was from the nose up.

It was about this time my neighbor, who I will call Jack, decided to strike up a conversation. He strolled over to our table, greeted us and then asked “Are you two together?” Thinking he was an idiot I told him yes. My thinking at that time was we came into the bar together that means we are together. Then he said “No I think you misunderstood me. Are you two TOGETHER?” With a big emphasis on together. I looked at him and asked what are you saying? He finally asked if we were in a relationship because in all the years I lived across from him he never saw a man entering my home. Before I could say anything Jill managed to sit up straight and she yelled “I’m married to the most wonderful man in the world.” She went from castration to total devotion in less than 2 hours. Jack apologized profusely and to prove his sincerity he went and grabbed his buffalo rancher/accountant nephew and introduced him to me. I was never so embarrassed for someone in my whole life because Jack practically dragged us on the dance floor insisting that we dance. I told my reluctant dance partner that I was old enough to be his babysitter and I thought his Uncle was a jerk. With a big emphasis on jerk.

I have noticed that women are quick to take their men away from me if I engage in casual conversation with their spouse. Sometimes/most times the men initiate the conversation. Now that I have taken on a male role of driving a RV, maintaining the RV, I see this more times than not. I could be discussing sewer hoses with a man and we will hear his wife calling for him “Honey can you fix the blender?” Most women avoid conversation with me because I am single and they jump to the conclusion that I have nothing in common with them or they think I am after their spouse. The definition of “after their spouse” could range from luring him away from her to doing repairs. It is not strictly a fear of losing their man to me. I realize that some married men do not want their wives having a friendship with an unmarried woman. So the shoe fits on both feet.

I did some research on being single and I discover a term or definition that describes my lifestyle, Leather Spinster. According to Word Spy: To call oneself a leather spinster is a powerful way of saying, I'm a happily unmarried straight (or asexual) woman and proud of it. The difference between leather spinsters and single women (most) is a purposeful personal choice not an accident or "I don't have a choice in the matter singlehood just happened", it's a lifestyle choice.

In conclusion I will say this “I can fix my own toilet and I enjoy the camaraderie of both sexes without the intent of seduction.”