Given that we had been drinking the whole day while walking the strip and enjoying ourselves I was pretty drunk. I thought it would be great to go and...grind with some bad freaky women. I decided to walk away from the young Asian girls because everytime anyone or myself would get close to them they would take a step away, smile, and continue dancing. So I left them to find a lady to dance with who I could really have some fun with. I split away from my friends and started to look for a. I called her the next day, evening and we went for a drink. then we went walking along the seine and she said she didn't knew how she felt about her ex she just dumped the day before the party. at first she said she had left him so he would react and treat her better... but then there was the party and... she met me.once she said that I took her hand, got her closer to me and kissed her. she replied and she started caressing my ankle with her foot. so I had my hands going down and they went. I just overheard the conversation between my Wife India and her best friend Natasha. The simple conclusion of the call was that my wife was going to ask me for a trial separation to jolt me out of my taken-for-granted attitude towards her. The plan was for me to stay alone at the house so as to understand how much work it entrails and for her to move into a motel nearby. The plan was despicable and I was enraged.The taken-for-granted attitude of mine was nothing but extreme fatigue from working. Vincent Millay seemed to be rather preoccupied with death and disease, but she wrote beautifully. Barbra loved the poem. It wasn’t quite what she felt, but it came near. The presence of Mike in the house, in everything around her, his ghost on her shoulder… The constant reminders were hard to take, so hard that she sometimes wondered if it was all worth it. Though she never noticed, she became a recluse, withdrawn into herself, shunning human contact. She grew thin, a grey-faced shadow of her.