My husband's next wife...

There's a wonderful English speaking website here with a frequently used forum. Somehow a forum topic got started about ladies meeting for "dinner and gossip" - what the hell, I don't know too many people here - why not jump in.

So, we met last night for dinner in a local old village here (very busy touristy area.)

I pulled into the parking lot, which was very busy, so I did one of those drive around until you see someone walking to their car - then wait. The guy let his wife in the car, made eye contact with me (which I took as recognition that I was waiting for the space) - then he proceeded to walk to the back of his car and pee. Long pee. Zipped up, looked back at me, waved, jumped in the drivers seat and vacated the spot. Lovely.

There were four of us who met for dinner. The petite French lady. The Canadian. And the American - my husband's next wife.

Sparky is an avid, obsessive cyclist. He's where the term "caged squirrel" comes from. If he doesn't get to release his energy via jogging, working out or, oh yeah, cycling - his energy closely resembles what a neurotic, hyper paranoid, caged squirrel might look like.

So as I' m talking to these ladies, it comes out that the American LOVES jogging and cycling long distances, up hill (freak). See, I am ok with jogging (short distances on flat roads), and really like mountain biking (downhill.) I'm getting much better, but my husband races Expert level (one down from Professional) so there is no way I can keep up with him. I imagine I'm at the cycling level he was at when he was 12.

She's a really fun American, I'm sure I'll see her more, along with the other ladies. We have a good chance of being great friends...but I'm afraid she'll never be able to meet Sparky. No way I'm handing him off to another lady.