Back in the late 80's, I went on a blind date with an absolutely stunning Spanish woman - silken black hair, olive skin, dark soulful eyes and that sultry accent. Young man that I was, I engaged in conversation while the whole time thinking about having sex with her.

Somewhere mid-entrée, she informed me that she was looking for a husband so she could stay in the country.

*gulp* Suddenly, the room seemed a lot warmer.

"But it wouldn't be a real marriage," she said.

"Meaning...what...?", I asked, feeling the room getting cold.

"No sex."

I swear I stared at her blankly for at least a few moments longer than was really needed. I was polite as hell in informing her that I was not the guy she was looking for in that regard. But in my mind I was laughing and crying at the absurdity of her proposition.

I wonder what happened to her and her quest. did she find a hetero guy stupid enough to do that? Did she find a gay man looking for a cover like she was?

Now, she could find a woman for the same purpose.

Fine for her.

Me, I married the most amazing woman in the world whose mind and body compliment and enhance my own. Love her so. Our contract is that there is no other human I'd rather spend my time with.

Happy Valentines Day.