Thirty fucking minutes of pretending to complete the crossword, thirty minutes trying to avoid eye contact with the other poor bastards finding their way home from mundane jobs. My 40th birthday fell on a Friday, and my wife of 15 years had forgotten, no card , no phone call, not even a text or Email, I left the packed train and headed for home. I had beer in the fridge, and if I was lucky I might get a cooked meal, I still had the hot's for Jill from time to time but marriage was so mundane, no more wild sexual encounters the kind of spontaneous acts that we used to thrive on years ago.… 続きを読む