The nerds. The geeks. The jocks. I didn't care. I even dated. A few times. D'you know what it's like being a female and going out with a guy and you w...nt to talk about things like the space station or current events and you find out that what your chosen partner for the evening has in mind is a little exploration of your body? Or "babe, I know where there's a party, and they got beer an' weed..."? And that's what passes for MY social life? I even went on a weekend with a church group. Separate. Don’t you get it? It is that plain and simple, isn’t it?’ ‘I have no extended arguments with you.’ ‘Thank you very much. I will be taking my leave now. See you later!’ ‘Bye, sweetie! What about my kiss?’ ‘I will be late if I come back for it. Reserve it for next time.’ It was showering and drizzling when I drove my way out of the below-ground garage, and on I proceeded my way, away from our newly-bought house, sighing and exhaling out in easement. I would be through the interview. Yes, I would. Mine took me completely by surprise.Well, that’s not absolutely true in every sense. She went off to a symposium, and as I watched the 747 take off with her onboard, I suddenly knew that she was going off to meet a lover. I had no idea how or why I knew – but I was certain.“Okay, I admit that somehow I just knew what was going to happen,” I said. “Certain enough that it made me reach for my phone and hire a private investigator in the city she was flying to. They were on the job before she even. What was his name anyway?" "I don't know. He never told me," I mumbled. Ted laughed at that and said I was really a little pig to do all that with somebody whose name I didn't know. "I'm jealous of that nameless man," Ted confessed. "I would have given anything to be the first to have you anally." "You?" I said way too loudly, but as I began to tell him that wasn't going to happen he interrupted to tell me I was wrong. "I'm going to have you," Ted assured me. "Not tonight but one of these.