We need energy for what we have in store for each other."We talked about each others lives during dinner. Holly told me how she was in an open marriag.... That her husband spent most of his time now with other women. He doesn't even share her bedroom. She is fine with how the arrangement is working. Once she had a man stay with her overnight right after he had a woman over. Now they just tell each other if they have a guest staying for the night.I spent a few minutes telling Holly about my. Few days later, we met for dinner again and this time in the taxi I sat very much closer to her. I kept my hands on her shoulder casually. She did not object. When we were to drop off I tried to pay the taxi fare. She took out her purse at the same time and said something which made my hairs stand on their end. She said “If you wished to do anything (implied meaning ‘to pay the driver’ hidden meaning ‘approach her’) you should do that faster. You are very slow !!!”. This triggered my manliness. ’ came the quiet voice, smiling now. ‘Very good.’ There was a part of her that wanted to fly into an indignant rage and confront him for that, for calling his girlfriend or wife or whoever she might be a ‘good girl.’ Part of her wanted to slap his face and tell him to join the rest of us in the new millennium, to strike a blow for women everywhere….but that feeling was fleeting. There was no arrogance or condescension in his voice, no deprecation. His tone held nothing but that quiet, subtle. Oh god what was I going to do, I had fallen in love with a girl who would never have any interest in me.I wandered back into the kitchen and fixed myself some food only half aware of what I was doing. My mind was replaying every instant of the day, every laugh, every gesture but mostly the way she held me when I broke down in tears.After I had tidied up the kitchen I went upstairs for a bath. While the water was running I opened a small bag of toiletries that Wishes had found in one of the.