I was dialing 911 before Chuck hit the floor. My girlfriend Susan didn’t miss a beat, and was pounding on the bedroom door where Linda was getting dressed.

“I think Chuck is having a heart attack!â€? Susan hollered through the closed door.

In that split second, the bedroom door swung open, and there stood Linda wearing no more than a pair of panties, that might have looked sexy on a woman who wasn’t 80 lbs overweight. Susan stood there with a shocked look on her face as Linda pushed past her and fell over her dying husband.

Linda whispered into Chuck’s ear, and I saw a smile come across his face as he passed away. She continued lying there, sobbing and naked, holding his body until the paramedics arrived.

Things changed for me that night, and I never saw Susan after that. I avoided all her calls and e-mails. I knew I wanted something more. I wanted someone who loved me more than her own vanity. I wanted someone who would drop everything in the world if I was dying. I wanted what Chuck had.