It washere, sitting on the floor, at our first class when Lauren and I knewwe would be friends. We couldn't talk but we did smile at each other.We lea...ned, between that morning and the next day of class, most ofwhat we needed to know about Rome. And our laptops revealed nearlyall the rest of life as a slave slut.The reason for Lauren or for me to be there was our time wasn'tuntil now and the Romans did not think of age as anything but thenatural progress of life.In class we learned permission. I tried to call him but there is response from him, searched for these guys at dance floor but I don’t see them, when I tried to message him, I saw a message from Kar2 saying Hi around 10 minutes back, looks like he tried to message me when I am in line at rest room.I don’t want to go anywhere, stood at same place waiting, calling and texting Kar2, I don’t want to be lost in this crowd. Its more than 10 minutes, I don’t see either Kar2 or his friend. I thought of going out, got the band from. The Last Corral was really crowded just the way we like it. The country band that was playing was good and we were dancing up a storm. During a slow dance Dan told me he was horny and wanted to do something at the dance. It was wall to wall people and loud. Dan suggested a stall in the ladies room. I told him to get real and pointed to a long line of ladies waiting just to get into the ladies bathroom. Then he said how about a stall in the mens room. Now I knew he was starting to lose his mind.. It wasn't an angry nor a hurt look."Dan and I want to get married." Your idea, Dan?" she asked him."Mutual agreement. As it should be," he answered. "She's been my friend and my companion. She's smart and sensible and mature. I know what she eats and what she reads and what she watches on TV and what music she chooses. I fell in love."Okay. First time I heard him say it to somebody else besides me. I glowed."With my sixteen year old grand-daughter," Grandma said."Did it with somebody my own.