” I said as I shifted uncomfortably to see who it was that sat next to me and was bold enough to speak to a stranger at a museum. Staring back at th...e painting, I said, “I think the café was too crowded and there wasn’t anywhere left to sit. They were staring at each other in greeting. Making sure it was okay to sit down and join the person who was there first.” “How do you explain the smile in her eyes? Or the upward turn to his lips at the corners?” I turned to fully look at this woman who. I don’t always sit withJeremy and Harriet. Sometimes, I float around. I love gettingbetween a man and his wife. I’ll step over and squeeze in if Ihave to. Of course, the first time I try anything, the servicegets interrupted by an angry wife. There’s yelling and pushing,and I get escorted out, which is exactly what I want. My motherdoesn’t want me in church, but my father does.“The church elders had a secret meeting to come up with a way ofdealing with me. . Ours was an arranged marriage. I was an outgoing girl. To impress me all it took was good look, good manners, sweet talk and a stylish sports bike and he had it all. How typically immature girl I was, I now realize. Our first 3 years of marriage were simply amazing. It was almost like a Karan Johar / Yash Raj Movie.Truly Romantic and Exotic in every way. His job required traveling globally and he was sweet enough to take me along everywhere he went. Right from California to Miami to Caribbean. His voice went very quiet and hesitently i heard him say ok and that he'd think about it and that he'd get back to me, then the phone went dead and all emails and msn chat stopped i never heard from him in weeks and i thought i'd lost the erotic chats that we'd had, then out of the blue i got an email asking if i still wanted to meet up and that if i did to get back to him and let him know, an email was sent instantly and within a couple of hours a reply was in hand with his address and home.