When the handsome man with the distinguished gray in his hair started to turn away, I surreptitiously snapped his picture with my phone and sent it to my hubby.

Then I put the device to my ear and asked him: “What do you think?”

As always, this was an exciting game.

I was still amazed at the technology that let me transmit the image straight to George’s phone, where he could view my latest potential fling from a thousand miles away. My husband and I both travel for our jobs. “When we’re away, we’re allowed to play” has been the motto of our immensely happy — and open — marriage for almost 20 years.

“Hmmm.” George sounded dubious. “I think you can do better, Karina.”

I chuckled. I was in the hotel’s... Read More