My friends have remarked that recently my favourite opening line has been, “I met a guy.”

So last Sunday “I met a guy”. We circled and photographed this brilliant white art installation “Untitled” by Rachel Whiteread at the Albright-Knox Gallery in Buffalo, New York.

With one eye on our lens and one eye on the installation, however, if we had a third eye, I thought it would have been on one another.

Feeling a bit bold, I approached him, “Who is the artist?” He smiled broadly and welcomed the chance to chat. His eyes lit up as he described Whiteread’s works. He was a fan and he was an architect.

We chatted enthusiastically about art and architecture. I thought how wonderful (and comforting on a rainy dreary day) it was to have stumbled upon someone like him. Then he dropped The Married Man Line which usually starts off with “My wife is/does/lives …..” So now it was my turn to smile.

I wanted to break out into song “Girls Just Wanna Have Fu-unnn.” Instead we chatted a little longer. Then politely I thanked him for the introduction to the artist and walked away with another opportunity to say to my friends “I met a guy.”