MARRIED AND SINGLE AT THE SAME TIME?!?! SORRY... BUT THAT DESIGNATION IS FOR POLITICIANS-- ONLY!!!
It was 1972 and, desperate to find a divorce attorney, I took the advice of a longtime legal friend and hired a lawyer from outside of Pine Bluff.
The attorney I hired, Mutt Gibson---better known as Senator Gibson---had also built a strong reputation as a state senator. Senator Gibson decided I should get away from Pine Bluff for a while; away from Jack and the pressures of the pending divorce. Believing I could make some much-needed money while connecting with some influential people, Senator Gibson hired me as a Legislative Senate Aide for Arkansas’s 87th General Assembly.
My new job was temporary (3 months) and nothing fancy. I was merely one woman in a select pool of other females labeled: Senate Aides. In truth, we were nothing more than nursemaids--- substitute mommies for Arkansas State Senators.
After each day-long session there were parties---lots of parties with food, drinks, drugs, dancing, playing around, and sex—lots of sex. Everyone showed up, wanting to party---including politicians, office workers, lobbyists, the media, and (surprise-surprise) the current Governor, Dale Bumpers.
I soon discovered Old Dale didn’t let any grass grow between his toes. Burdened with a rather plain-looking wife, Dale acted married for the public but behind closed doors, considered himself a single stud. His assistant, Martin, was in charge of procurement. Like a pimp, Martin surveyed each session’s newest crop of females then reported his findings to his boss.
Early one afternoon, before the really-big private party at Little Rock’s Town Houses in The Park, Martin stopped by to tell me: “Dale wants to spend time with you at tonight’s party.” I felt flattered, happy to know I had attracted the Governor’s attention. Maybe this would be an opportunity to talk to him about a job; maybe, the Governor would consider hiring me for his communications staff.
When I arrived at the party, Martin came over to say, “Dale’s a little involved right now but he’ll be available soon and wants to see you.” A few minutes later, a very young girl from the secretarial pool walked out of the bedroom wearing a big smile as she buttoned her blouse.
Martin, standing nearby, grabbed my hand, “Come on baby, it’s your turn” then ushered me into the bedroom. Sitting in a red leather wing chair, Dale Bumpers looked more like the condo’s pool cleaner than the governor. Wearing cutoff jeans, a ragged t-shirt, and no shoes, he greeted me with a “Hi beautiful! Come sit on old Bumpy’s lap and tell him what you want for Christmas.”
Only then did I realize the governor’s intentions, the real reason he wanted to see me. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t walk across the room, knowing what was waiting for me in that leather chair. I couldn’t participate in the governor’s assembly-line sex game.
Trying to look composed, I said something like “Sorry, Governor Bumpers but I’m not good at party-games” then left the room---and the party. For a long time I sat in my car, devastated to have experienced the trashy, dirty side of so-called powerful people.
Now I understood why wives and husbands weren’t invited to the after-work parties. I would no-longer wonder why a well-known Pine Bluff Senator with a popular and beautiful wife (at home) left each night’s party, early, with his young, sexy-and-single secretary.
PS: What is it with Politicians?!?!?!? Throughout my life, I've experienced too-many Politicians who, regardless
of age, acted like teenagers "in-heat". Of Course they were always married but....once these want-a-be studs left home....they played-around like "singles".
In the early seventies, after my eye-opening exchange with Arkansas Governor Dale Bumpers...he had no trouble moving-beyond Arkansas to become a US Senator. Shortly after my book was released in 2016.... Dale Bumpers died. His obituary most-likely made history as the longest and most elaborately-dishonest obit... ever published...anywhere.
In my opinion, "Old Bumpy" was just-another Arkansas Governor who considered himself "God's gift to women."
As a writer, I intend to: "Let No Deed Go Unpublished".