"It isn't all about the glamor with you. You recognize the art. Most models would cringe at that image, but you embrace it." Is that a good thing in a...model?" I asked."Probably not, but it is a great thing for someone in a pair of the client's jeans," she said."Well if you can caption it, beautiful jeans even when you feel like shit, it should work," I said with a giggle of my own."Well we should know something in a week or so. I sent them the two best of all the different looks so their art. “Ok Anoosha, we will bitch about him over the phone baby. Now we should leave office, it is already very late and looks like it might rain pretty bad soon. Bangalore rains are just like your ex’s dick, they come way too soon and unexpectedly”.“Haha, alright Simran, catch you tomorrow at work. Lucky you that your boyfriend comes to pick you up in his bike every day. I hope I find an auto soon today, these buggers demand three times the fare this time of the night.”“I should have gone home early. As she came to the edge of the field, she could seethe pine trees and, between the trunks, the river. She wasn't sure exactly where she was, but therewas an old, tumbled down barn off to the right, andthe railroad, she knew, was somewhere to the left. She stepped out into the woods, tall pines and acarpet of pine needles, but then she stopped. Shehad been drinking a lot of water before she left, andshe had to pee. In fact, she decided, she probablyhad to do number two, too. She looked around. Though I thought that what she was really missing was a man's company in bed at night.We had a fabulous meal in the luxurious dining room, then moved to the bar area where music played. I dazzled her with my dancing and found a booth to sit so we could continue to get to know each other better.I was definitely getting to like this woman. And for the first time in my life, the thought of marriage crept into my mind.I know, I know. How could I be thinking about marriage on a first date. But with.