Many years ago, I met this tech exec at the nosebleed levels of Microsoft management. Wish there was flirtation to spice up the story. Sorry. There’s not. I knew this delight of a lady for 20 minutes. Our lives went their separate ways. Still. In that short time, I was able to swear at her. Poor thing. She was only asking for advice.

“ARE YOU — NUTS!?!?!” I asked this fetching stranger. “What the complete holy (EXPLETIVE DELETED) is WRONG with you?!?!?!”

“I know,” she said, pursing her lips and sipping her drink. “I know. I know.”

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “You don’t.”

“I’m thinking about getting a divorce,” she said.

“What are the odds?” I asked. Again? I’ve known this woman 10 minutes.

Perhaps some back story is called for.

Strangers will sometimes share secrets bottled up for eons. We got to chatting. She asked me a great question: “Tell me something about yourself no one knows.”

“Well THAT’S not going to happen …” I said. We both laughed. I shared that, in all my life, I had never fallen off horse or motorcycle, which I still hold is rather amazing.

She confessed, “I’ve been married five times, three to the same guy.” That, in itself, was not amazing. “I’ve caught him three times, in the act, of cheating on me with adult film actresses. The latest incident was a week ago.”

She said she was considering counseling. Again. To save the marriage.

That’s when the F-bomb and query about the woman’s sanity escaped from my lips.

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