The best part about having a rich husband is that I don't have to work. Therefore, I can stay home and catch Joey's call before Barry does - if Joey even does call me. Now, I know how horrible this sounds. I do feel awful, but the way I see it - I'm not cheating. I haven't done anything. I haven't kissed Joey, touched him or even confirmed if I truly have feelings for him. So, until I do, he's just a guy I left my number for. I'm allowed to talk to men and you know, lie to my husband about going alone to a restaurant to see a guy.

Around one pm, the phone rings.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Joey," I hear and I jump off my seat, excited. I try to keep my voice level.

"Hey," I bite my lip.

"I'm glad I caught you, I wasn't sure what your schedule is."

"Yeah, me too."

"So, I have your number now, guess I'm a darn good waiter huh?" he teases and I smile instantly.

"Guess you are," I play back.

"I'm hoping this means I get to see you outside of the restaurant now?"

"I'm hoping too."

"How about a drink tonight at eight?" he offers.

"How about at Al's bar?" I suggest the rest of the plan.

"Sounds like a date," he responds.

Suddenly the mention of a date hits me the wrong way. I can't go on a date, that's cheating. I quickly panic at his word.

"No, no not a date... I'll um see you there - friend," I swiftly fold and then hang up the phone.

Oh god, what am I doing?

I put aside my tormenting guilt over seeing Joey and decide to still meet him at the bar.

I made the excuse again that I'm hanging with the girls. It's never suspicious, we usually hang out non-stop. Barry tells me he's going to one of his buddy's houses.

I catch a cab to get to the bar at eight.

When I get there, I see Joey already at the bar.

Every time I see him, I seem to forget about my guilt and forget Barry. I guess that shouldn't be a good thing.

"Hey stranger," I say as I find a seat next to him at the bar.

"Hey, there," he smiles. "Can I get you a drink?"

Joey orders a few drinks and then we grab a table so we can talk.

We talk for a while and I learn a lot about him. I learn that he's trying to be an actor and the waiter job is a temporary job to get by. Of course, he's only been in some plays I've never heard of. Usually, a guy making no money going after a nearly unreachable profession would be a total turn-off for me. I used to only date guys making a certain salary, but I don't even care.

I even learn about his home life. He's from Queens and he grew up with seven sisters and he still talks to all of them! I told him I hardly talk to my sisters.

I tell him about me, but I feel boring in comparison. I have to admit to him how I grew up with money and had anything I wanted from sailboats to horses. Joey looks fascinated, but I start to feel bad. I don't want to sound so spoiled even though I am.

I move onto to my friends and my life currently, but I realize that's not any better. Then, I mention Barry.

"And of course, there's my husband Barry. He's an orthodontist," I nervously describe.

Joey doesn't seem phased by the mention of my husband.

"That's right, you're married... he's a lucky guy," he comments lightheartedly.

I don't think I'd call Barry lucky if he knew where I was right now. I look down, feeling ashamed.

"I guess so," is all I say.

"You don't think so?" he asks.

I look back up at him.

"Oh, I don't know... I'm not perfect," I shrug.

"Could've fooled me," he grins charmingly.

I smile, but shake my head.

"Come on, it's not because of this right? I know it's not a date, I shouldn't have called it that - it was out of habit," Joey defends.

"Don't worry about it. You haven't done anything wrong," I assure him.

"Good - wanna go for a walk?" Joey thankfully switches up the conversation.

"Okay."

Joey and I head outside and start strolling casually down the street.

"You know, there's this great ice cream place around the corner," Joey points out.

"Ice cream..."

He stops at my hesitation.

"Please don't tell me you don't eat ice cream," he warns worriedly.

"I... haven't had it for a while now," I admit.

Joey's mouth literally drops which makes me giggle.

"You're kidding, who would give up ice cream?" he insists.

I laugh again and shrug.

"You know, it's fattening or whatever. My friends would never want ice cream unless they got dumped, but we're all married," I explain.

Joey shakes his head incredulously.

"Why do girls always reserve ice cream for when they're miserable? Ice cream is should be a celebration - that we eat every day," he claims positively.

I chuckle again.

"Then, lets celebrate," I decide.

Joey's face lights up and we head to the ice cream place.

He treats me to an ice cream and I almost feel bad he's spending more money on me since I know his financial situation isn't the best. Then again if I pay it's Barry's money anyway.

I accept the small cup of ice cream and Joey holds the door open for me to head back outside.

"Thank you," I say as I walk out with my ice cream.

I take a spoonful of the ice cream and it's delicious until I nearly choke on the sweet treat. I stop dead in my tracks and gulp down the rest of the ice cream.

Joey nearly runs into me, trying to let the door close behind us.

"What happened?" he asks when he sees me staring off into the distance, completely frozen.

I can't speak, I'm in shock.

Across the street is my husband Barry with his arm around my old friend Mindy Hunter. My husband is... cheating on me!