Although our marriage was doomed -- or maybe because it was -- Alicia and I started having extremely intense sexual intercourse.
A girlfriend later told me it was "breakup sex," the kind you only experience when you know it will soon be coming to an end.
Maybe I should describe my wife to you again, as I saw her in those final weeks and months.
She is a lovely woman, about 5'6" tall and maybe 120 lbs. She has light brown hair and blue eyes. She is both slender and athletic and over all the years I have known her, an extremely modest person in all senses.
When it came to our sex life, I felt she was inhibited and somehow I took it as my job to loosen her up. Maybe that is a problem with inter-cultural marriages, of which I've now had a few.
I met Alicia at a company where we both worked. The first time I ever saw her was at a copy machine, from the back. I immediately noticed her slender frame, her long dark hair and her tiny round bottom.
It was love at first sight. When she turned around, twisted her face into those impossible expressions only the British can achieve, and spoke, I was smitten.
A few weeks later we were having amazing sex in my office, with the blinds closed, late at night when no one else was there.
Life with Alicia was like living with an onion, albeit a very pretty onion. Peeling the layers took persistence, something I'm graced with possessing.
Seducing her over and over took persistence too; she never professed to wanting sex, she always made me work for it.
That, in the end, was our undoing. I wanted sex so much more than she did, and almost every one of my GFs since.
Anyway, back to the story.
