“You… you wanna have lunch with… with me?”“Yeah why wouldn’t I? I mean can’t ya tell I’m crazy about you? God if you only knew…”I ...ent haywire. I wanted to look like a fool. I wanted to behave so irrationally that I could care less. I was ablaze with irrational thought. I could have told him “Let’s skip lunch… do ya have any desire whatsoever to jump in bed with me Chad. I mean I’ve felt this way since…”“Hey let’s do something fun tonight or maybe you don’t like me like that. Ummm sorry I guess. . Lekin jab use yeh sab pata chala to usne bhi zindagi apni marzi se jeene ka faisla kiya hai,,, isliye mere ilawa uska koi frend nahi hai,,, so she said that I need u Jammu aur mere gale lag k rone lagi,,, maine use bahut mushkil chup karvaya,, aur usko kaha main hamesha uske sath hu, ,, aur fir hum apne apne ghar aa gaye,,,, agle din uska phone aya,,, k usne apne husband ko bol diya hai k wo apni kisi frend ki ring ceremony k liye do din k liye delhi ja rahi hai,,,, aur uske husband ne. We worked with the meat packer and moved thousands of head of cattle to "Bar-B-Que" to take up residence as meat producers and breeders. Cowboys were moved in, along with their horses, but ATVs and pickup trucks were also shipped in.Meat packing plants were moved in, too, but with a twist. They were mounted on large platforms with a gravity shield and a simple propulsion system installed. This way, the packing plant was moved from ranch to ranch so that the animals would not lose weight by. He looked exactly as he had in the photo he had e-mailed us: slim, square-shouldered, silver-grey hair, deep blue eyes with laughter lines, a strong jawline. He wore a pale blue suit (Armani, said Monique from twenty metres away) with a dark blue shirt, no tie. When he rose to greet us, his handshake was firm, his kiss to Monique's cheek correct and unintrusive.After a few pleasantries, we devoted ourselves to the menu and the waiter. Nils asked me to choose the wine, although I am.