Well, it happened. Finally, after almost 30 years of marriage, I had done the unthinkable. I missed Valentines Day. Oh, it was not because I didn't feel I loved my wife, it was just that things sort of slid by the wayside. And, a happy valentines day greeting was just not considered enough. So, when late in the afternoon I finally found time to sit down in front of the computer to compose a card, I was met by the not so unexpected reaction of " If you couldn't find time to do it before this" and many other digs. I swear, a woman keeps every little past incedent of unthoughtfulness, or imagined slight filed in a special place in her mind to bring back out at times like this. I snapped back, and, to make a long story short enough to be bearable to the reader, as a conclusion I am now living by myself in a cheap room. I have had a lot of time to think this over, and I am still wondering if I should buy some flowers, and throw myself at her feet to try to resolve this separation.

It is a hard decision to make, particularly after an incedent that night. I was on my own on a Saturday night for the first time in over 30 years. An older grey haired guy - with thick glasses, cause that night I could go out wearing my combination plus minus, on his way to a bar, trembling a bit inside, and totally unsure of himself. I sat by myself at a table in the corner, and after I got over the shock of what a bar drink cost now, I nursed my drink and waited for the entertainment. Gosh - just what I always wanted to see - an Elvis impersonater. I think that they used a really poor quality sound system so the patrons wouldn't realize how bad the guy really was. He was actually doing a great job acting, even if the voice quality was rotten. I let my eyes stray around the room, and my gaze fell on a couple of ladies a few tables away. They were both in their early to mid fourties, one was quite slim, and was wearing a fairly strong pair of plus lensed glasses. I thought to myself that I could do a lot worse. I strained to catch a good look at her friend, but her hair hid her glasses. Not wanting to look too obvious, I got up and made my way to the washroom, passing their table on the way. Bingo! As I got a better look at her glasses, I thought " this is fantastic." They were a few years out of fashion. The eye size, for the period, was quite small. I thought I could detect a bit of inward curvature in the front of the lens and as I tried not to appear to be staring. I could see a bit of an edge to the rear, but it seemed to be bevelled, the lenses were set forward in the frame a bit, and they were definately a high minus. I estimated about a -14 or so, and made my way to the washroom.

On my way back to the table I got a better look at my new interest. She was attractive, although a bit heavier than I liked, but I decided that somehow I would find the courage to ask her to dance. This was going to be a bit of a challenge, since, like most people, I dance with my feet - but mine are both left ones, and it had been ages since I danced with anyone but my wife.. I had this strange feeling that she had given me the eye as well, and I wondered just how receptive she would be. The singer started into Blue Suede Shoes, and I figured I had best go for it, so, much to my suprise, I was up on the dance floor, swinging away . After the dance ended, SHE asked me to join them at their table. I was trembling inside as I did so, but somehow by the end of the evening I had gotten a date for dinner the next evening.

I picked her up, and we had a great time. It was fantastic to be able to wear my glasses, and I wanted to ask her about her glasses, and vision, and all the important stuff. I could hardly believe my good fortune, as she seemed to be witty, and extremely nice. I did notice that she didn't seem to have really good vision, and I remarked that she should consider a new pair of glasses, as hers seemed to be a bit dated. "I just don't have the time or money right now" she replied, so I dropped the subject.

Last night we had dinner again, and went to a show. I was just elated. I could hardly contain myself when we returned to her apartment, and she invited me inside. At the end of the evening, which to me had seemed to be going to far too fast, she invited me to share her bed. I explained that right at this point in time I wasn't ready for sex with another partner. I am a bit strange that way, and I wanted to remain faithful to my wife until all efforts of reconciliation had failed. She seemed to accept this, and in the end we shared the bed, with just a bit of hugging and holding. The next morning when I awoke and put my glasses on, I was very pleased that I had spent the extra money on extended wear contacts. She had risen before I did, and when I walked into the kitchen I noticed that she wasn't wearing glasses, although we had both worn glasses until after the lights went out. I remarked that she must have put in her contacts, and with the following words, she gave me a taste of my own medicine.

"No, I actually took them out. I have this fetish over guys with strong glasses, and I like to wear them myself."