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<p>Katherine Mansfield wrote , "the mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind."
It started with a glance. A look. Another glance. A furtive glance (because glances are always furtive, aren't they?), The noise in the room faded as I caught her eye - this was the person behind the email, the unreturned phone calls, the requests for help. But in a single moment, an introduction, the seeds of the affair were planted</p>
<p>It started 2 and a half years ago ....... and she still makes me feel light, happy and alive and i love her wild mind. </p>
<p>"So", I said, "it IS you".</p>
<p>Time stopped, our glasses of wine were strangely askew, the liquid tilting and swirling, as we pondered each other. It happened in a moment, an exchange of expression, a furtive glance.</p>
<p>"Anyway", I said, "I am so glad we met".</p>
<p>"Where are you going?", she said.</p>
<p>I hesitated, "I have to catch up with a few people now before this thing wraps up." This was mostly true. It was an annual event and there were a bunch of people to see.</p>
<p>I wandered off, exploring my mind and asking, "what the fuck just happened?". I am married, happy, working hard, looking for new challenges, pretty content .... mostly. But in that instant, I wanted her. Her blue eyes, open expression, slightly blonde curls framed a face that made me want to explore her more.</p>
<p>I shook myself out of this state of mind, and focussed on the usual bullshit of networking, making empty promises, committing to things i knew we never do and observed the usual sycophants selling their souls to climb the greasy pole: exaggerated hand gestures, smiles that cracked faces open like walnuts, voices pitched just a little too high, betraying lies and nerves, and ambition</p>
<p>I looked around. Where was she? Gone. <strong>Fuck</strong>.</p>
<p>The night wrapped up. I made a last grab for the final wine that I didn't need, and headed off for sleep before the next day of vaporous, content free presentations.</p>
<p>Was she around? No, <strong>Fuck</strong>.</p>
<p>I headed off, walking out of the hotel foyer.</p>
<p>Is she here? Yes. <strong>Fuck</strong>.</p>
<p>I peeled off and caught up with her. "Hi, she said. "Hey", I said (so imaginative of me!!)</p>
<p>I had been out of this type of situation for so long, but it felt easy, comfortable with her. And i noticed her wedding ring. She gave me a glance, a furtive glance, as we sidled off to a bar down a side street. This is getting dangerous, I thought, but I couldn't control myself: I felt like i was 19 again - ALL of me felt like I was 19 again.</p>
<p>The next few hours flew past - our conversation rushed but easy, discovering and exploring each other's minds, while still looking at each, wondering, "what is happening, where will this go?". She absolutely had me, just like the obvious, "You had me at hello"!</p>
<p>Her mind, her mannerisms, her look, her voice, her accent: all seduced me, as I felt myself falling for her.</p>
<p>I had no idea that this was beginning of the next 2 years go my life with her, exploring each other, supporting each other - all while we both knew this was a dangerous road, but as much as we denied it, we couldn't stop - we tried, but we came back into each other lives like a soft breeze on a summer day, gently stirring each other with emotion.</p>
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