Fortunately, the one that is into me is tall, tanned and has the body of a gymnast. How did I get here? Well, I am not completely sure. You know those...parties that are held by a guy who knows a friend of a friend? Well I am at one of those, drinking beer in the backyard with my mates. I have caught up with some old friends and I am getting pretty wasted as I enjoy the band playing fairly competent cover songs.I turn to my right and this brunette chick says “Hi.”I say “Hi”, back and we introduce. They say better to love and to have lost than to never have loved at all, but I felt that was just a load of crap. “Please.” He begged. “I need to meet you just once. Do this for me.” “I ... I” what was I do to? ------------------------- I unclipped my seatbelt but did not move. I hated fighting people just to be the first one off the plane. Besides, the longer I waited, the less nervous I felt. I knew that I should get it over with but I was frightened to the core. The man I had loved for. There is a moment of silence as I look back at her face to see her to figure out why she stopped. Our eyes were locked for a solid second before I backed around the furnace and tried to slip up the stairs. My sister called from the corner, not worrying about volume cause no one was home. "Come back down here you pervert, might as well finish the show!" I somewhat reluctantly turned around and walked back. Her and I would have to discuss this sometime, but now is as good as ever. I didn't expect. When his wife came back in she sat down and started to ask me questions about my love life and what it was like to move from country to country.I began to wonder where she was leading to as she remained a good few feet from me and I felt that maybe I was hoping for too much. Then, first of all she stood up and brought the whisky bottle to me without even asking if I wanted another drink. Once she had poured me one she surprised me by going to the far side of the room and picking up a small.