I had dated her a few times. It finally turned to maybe something more. I admit. I was excited. So I get over there, and she has pictures of her wedding to a Marine all over her apartment. She tells me she doesn't mind. I do. She tells me it's ok, he will never know.

Damn it. I wanted her. I followed her to the bedroom. There, on the bedside table, was a portrait of her and her man. I'm sorry, I respect our military. I had to say goodnight. So… portraits of the current husband? Total turn off. I left.