I am happily married and was not really interested in looking for anything special.“You know,” she said softly, “I think you’re cute.”Cute? ...id she really say I was cute? I was thinking that little boys and babies are “cute.” But hey, it was a compliment, so I happily replied, “Thanks, so are you.”I glanced down at her hand, which still rested on my leg, just above my knee.“How long have you been married?” I asked.“Oh gee,” she replied, glancing down at her ring, “Fifteen, maybe sixteen. She asked me to keep in touch and after I hung up with her, I called Father Stephen, who agreed with me that it was best I stayed away from Angie, making it unanimous. He also promised to keep me posted of any changes, and confirmed that he and his wife would be at the wedding, and would send back their RSVP card in the next day or two. I thanked him and ended the call.“So what CAN you eat?” Gene asked when we all gathered for dinner around 6:00pm.“Not much!” Sophia laughed. “Fortunately, we. Diane landed with a thud and she looked up at the teenager with a dumbfounded expression after his sudden show of supreme power.The teen looked straight into her eyes. "Let's watch the movie ... then you'll change your tune," Jeff said. "Try to remember last night. What you did ... what we did."Diane thought back. The last thing she remembered clearly from her daydream was returning to her condo with these two teenagers. She could not understand why she was with the dimwitted kid who she. Then I realized that she was crying too. The words to the song seemed to be what both of us needed to hear. At this point, we were holding each other so tight, we could feel each other’s hearts beat. Mary, you even told me, in my head, that this was the ‘One’ for me!When the song ended, she begged me for another dance. As far as I was concerned I’d give her every dance for the rest of my life and I told her so. During the next dance, which was a slow one thank God, I told her how my buddy Greg.