I spent New Year's Eve with a man who is not my husband.
While my poor husband slaved away over a bar, serving drinks to disinterested strangers and intoxicated partygoers, I was in the company of a distinguished silver-haired gentleman. He wore a tuxedo, and the dashing look made a nice contrast with the quietness of his demeanor.
When he spoke, it was with a wry and gentle sense of humor, and though there were myriad who shared his banter, I felt that the jokes were meant just for me. His voice was warm, and the way he moved closer as he spoke said he was glad to be there, that he wa