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?If you?re going to have a row, perhaps Valentine?s Day isn?t the best day to do it.?Seema mulled over her friend?s words as she finished her third wine and pushed the glass towards the barman for a refill. She was right, but it?s not like you chose when to argue with your husband. And if he decided on the most inappropriate moments to be a dickhead, what was she supposed to do? Let it pass because it happened to be the fourteenth of February?The barman eyed her suspiciously as he poured her drink. Seema hoped he didn?t think she was an ageing escort, although she would have understood if he did, given the area?s reputation. And sitting on a stool at the end of a bar drinking alone isn?t a good look, especially with a hint of black stocking top showing beneath your short dress and a tempting amount of cleavage spilling from the top. Seema looked like a woman there to be picked up, and on that count, at least, the barman would have been entirely correct.The seats of the bar were beginning to fill up. Other media types mostly, Seema reckoned, spilling out of the office and into the nearest watering hole. In her time as a rookie journalist, every day had ended that way, and she was pleased to see that despite many reports to the contrary, the current Artvin Escort generation of hacks was keeping the tradition very much alive.A few guys shot her a smile as they came to the bar to order drinks, but none attempted to engage her in conversation. Each time, she tried to determine whether the smile was a flirty one or an expression of pity. She decided that, for now, they were the former, although that might change as the evening went on.A tall guy entered the bar alone and walked to the counter. Initially, he didn?t seem to register Seema?s presence, allowing her to size him up unnoticed for a moment. In his early fifties, white, slim, and wearing a well-fitting suit, Seema recognised a successful and wealthy man, albeit one with the weight of the world apparently on his shoulders. His neatly trimmed beard was almost grey, and his face slightly drawn, but she tried to imagine him in his younger years; energetic, optimistic and unsullied by the shit the world had since thrown at him. He would have been handsome in his twenties, she thought.He ordered a whisky but didn?t drink it. Instead, he stood for a few minutes, staring into the middle distance, seemingly glad that his working day was done.?Shit weather again Artvin Escort Bayan today.?For a moment, Seema was unsure if the comment had been directed at her or the barman. But, since the bar was temporarily unoccupied as the barman collected up empty glasses, it didn?t take much to figure it must have been intended for her.?Shit day, full stop,? she replied, taking another large sip of wine.The guy bowed his head and gave a brief, ironic laugh.?Husband pissing you off?? He turned towards her and nodded towards her ring finger. Is it true that diamonds don?t sparkle during an argument??He?s a cunt,? she replied.The guy didn?t respond. Instead, he took a first sip of whisky and nodded his understanding to the bar counter.As more people arrived, the counter quickly became busy. Then, seemingly irritated at being jostled by thirsty drinkers, the guy sat on the stool next to Seema without asking. She bristled at the invasion of her space.After an awkward pause, he broke the silence.?So, it?s Valentine?s Day, and your husband is a cunt, and? you?re getting pissed in a bar??Seema didn?t like how he seemed to talk to his whisky rather than her. He looked shifty and furtive, and it made her uncomfortable.?That?s right. If Escort Artvin he thinks I?m going to go home, cook him dinner, ply him with drink, then let him fuck me after what he did, he can piss off, Valentine?s Day or not.?The guy didn?t respond. Sometimes it was better to be quiet and listen when talking to a woman with a grudge.?The same fucking necklace as last year!? The wine had loosened Seema?s tongue. ?I?ve only worn it a hundred times, but it shows how little attention he pays me these days.??It?s unforgivable,? the guy eventually replied.?Damn fucking right it is!? Seema noticed some customers looking at her, and she lowered her voice. ?What does it say about the state of our marriage??The guy thought carefully before replying. Although the question was rhetorical, he seemed to think it required a response nonetheless.?I think we can agree; your husband is a cunt. But I?m sure he?s regretting it already. You?re a beautiful woman. I?m sure there?s nothing he would like more than to spend the evening with you.?Seema snorted.?Oh, yes. He?ll regret it, alright.? She began to rise to her theme. ?Do you know what I had planned for him tonight??The guy shook his head.?I was going to cook his favourite dinner and serve it by candlelight. Then, we might have watched a film before going to bed to fuck. And I can assure you, I?ve been feeling very horny all day. He would have had a filthy evening - I?d have gone all fucking night.?The guy didn't seem surprised that she was being so forthright in a crowded bar.