Greta
She leafed through the photo album, stopping every once in a while to look up at me, and finally she put the book down and said, "I guess you are my husband." I smiled and thought, "Yes I am Greta, much to your detriment." Greta married me the week after I graduated from college and the honeymoon wasn't even into its third day before she started fucking around on me. She didn't know that I knew and quite frankly I didn't care that she was doing it. Her first (at least the first I knew...