This was our first ‘date’ for a long time. There’s a place we’d heard about, ‘The River Lounge’. Seafood, entertainment, dance floor, over...ooking the Columbia River. A perfect place to take your wife when you’re feeling guilty. I checked my watch, called them and confirmed a reservation for two in an hour-and-a-half.I showered, shaved, brushed my teeth and found my cleanest dirty shirt. I smiled at my humor, a Johnny Cash song.I have a tan sports jacket that I’ve only worn a few times. This. So amazing. You look around and there is a shampoo, conditioner, and body wash already in there. "I'll have to have Wendy take me shopping for some of that sexy smelling soap when we get home." You inner monolog does off a you realize that you've just answered your final question. Who are you? Julia! So very much Julia. You've never wanted to shop before and in the past few minutes you want me lipstick, shampoos, conditioners, and perfumes. All that you can think of is preserving your new. As it turned out that summer was a hot and horrible summer. Mary, a friend of my wife’s suggested that she should work with her husband, Phillip, to make art together (I didn't know about this). My wife was reluctant, and didn't commit to the concept. Later we were invited to their house for a get together -- our k**s would play with their k**s and we could chat. Remember now, I didn't know what had transpired between the wives. I did notice the one time that my wife went in their kitchen. This was real life. We had school tomorrow, we had Wind Ensemble, and rehearsal. And in that moment when I was faced with reality again, I began to question whether anything had even changed at all. Landon and I were still fucking. And it still meant nothing. ‘I think we love each other,’ he said, without looking me in the eye. ‘What?’ Six months later. He and I were sitting alone in the last practice room at school, the one we usually used to fuck. We had both been invited to perform as solo.