Isbar mai apne birthday ka sex share karna chahunga. Ye story real hai, jisko yakin karna hai karo, else i dont give a fuck.Chalo Story pe ata hu bina...time waste kare. Baat mere birthday ki hai. mera pehla birthday tha anushka k sath relation me aneke baad. Uske bday ka experience maine already share kar diya hai.Ab mere Bday ka surprise batata hu.Mere gharpe us waqt koi nai tha. parents sab gaon gaye the, so akela tha mai. Ghark ki keys anushka ne kuch kaam se li mujhse, aur hum office chale. You see, now that she's got her marbles back, weget along really well. She's this wonderful, sweet person who'severything I'd ever want in a girlfriend, a-and if I'm not totallymistaken, she might like me back. I don't know if we'll work out or notin the end, but I want to give it a shot. I hope you understand, Buffy." Don't call me..." I began instinctively but trailed off. A heavy lumphad formed in my chest."Call you Buffy?" she completed my sentence for me. "I-I don't want tohurt your. Her hair. Her face. Just like the picture. And then she saw me. Our eyes met. Not the proverbial romantic moment, but a mutual smile of recognition. Of being pleasantly surprised that sometimes pictures don’t lie. The conversation was lovely. Just like our e-mails, but with her voice speaking them out loud. Her accent, to me sounding so exotic, and yet to her, my North American voice was equally accented. We walked to my car, talking, as I carried her bag. There had been no prior plans, no. I played it cool and learned a lot about her: her husband was one of those old-school, dinner-needs-to-be-on-the-table-by-6 types; their sex life was non-existent; we were born in the same hospital; she lived around the corner from my cousins who lived 3 towns over before moving 90 minutes away; and she still kept wanting to know how I could be single, saying it's a shame this wasn't a different time and place.The next day after saying that last part, she suggested meeting. In fact, she called.