With Sam?" She just nodded. Then she did cry, wetly apologizing between sniffles. Her shoulders slumped and she sobbed. I grabbed a handful of tissues...and hurried to take her into a loving embrace. She dabbed at her eyes and honked her nose into the tissues — producing a sound not unlike a Canada goose — which made us both laugh and lessened the tension."Honey," I began, "I don't think... I mean I don't feel that... whatever you did with Sam could be considered 'being unfaithful'. That's my. At fist she liked chatting with me but when she understood I was head over ears in love with her, she started behaving coldly and to avoid me. After that she got arrogant. Yesterday I asked her to go out with me but she answered there was no point wasting her time with such people like me. I'm prone to think she has her reasons. She works in a bank, makes a lot of money, takes trips abroad nearly every week, and dates guys driving Lamborghinis and I with my pathetic salary ... I'm nobody to. Aur fir apane jalate hue honth meri muniya ke hontho par jaise hi rakhe meri ek halki si sitkar nikal gai. Fir apani jeebh meri muniya ki gulaabi pankhudiyon ko choom liyaaur fir use chaatana shuroo kar diya to meri band taange apane aap khulane lagi. Fir unhone apane dono haathon se meri pikki ki dono faankon ko choda kiya. Shahad ki kuppi jaisi laal gulaabi rangat waali prem ras me sarabor hui unchhui pikki halki ‘put’ ki aawaj ke saath khul gai. Unhone apani jeebh se use chatana shuroo kar. No problem there. If the past two days had taught me anything, it was that I have no problem thinking about things. My problem's NOT thinking about them.About this time I was called for my second event. The 400 meter freestyle. I wasn't up in the sky this time. I was right there inside my head, watching the guy in the lane next to me pull away. My turns went fine, thanks to the drilling I'd done. I could do those without thinking, without effort. It was just my swimming that sucked. I tried. I.