Potential Story?

Hi everyone - new to this 'forum stuff' but would appreciate and feedback. I am from the Uk and now living with and married to an American lady since September last yr. below are the opening paragraphs of a book we are writing between us... it will be told from 3 angles.. the narrator, myself & my wife... let me know what you think pls.
(Apologies for the ***** but the information will give our identities away and we are yet to create alternatives).

(Narrator) Chance... what is chance? Well - the dictionary definition is:' a measure of how likely it is that some event will occur.' Not the most romantic description of love - a love so powerful it would ignore the most profound difficulties, cross an ocean of 3,000 miles and bring two people together that really had 'no chance' at all of ever succeeding with their love... and yet - if I were to ask you - under the same difficulties... would you take that chance..... Would you?

(Female)-The world has a population of almost 7 billion people. How is it that people who are either getting divorced, or are ending a long term relationship feel as though they are all alone, and no one else in the world can possibly feel as lost and alone as they themselves are? Have you ever had a break up where it felt as though it were a life ending thing? That there was no possible way in heaven or earth that you could ever be happy again?

I suppose I should give you a little background first; I was married for 10 years to a man, who while he could be good, could also be very bad. We have one son together. We actually had a lot in common as well. We were both *****, both came from a mixed racial background, so we both knew about racial prejudice as well. ***** father was white/native american, while his mother was Mexican/native american. My father's family was Scot/Irish, like most Americans nowadays. He was in the navy way back when, and met my mother while stationed in Japan. So yes, that makes me that Melting pot American/Japanese. Quite an odd mixture for our son.

Like all marriages, we had our ups and downs. Unfortunately we both made some really bad decisions, and because of major drug and alcohol abuse, reconciliation was out of the question. Like most people who are in a relationship, there is usually one partner who will try harder than the other to hold the marriage together as long as possible, even though the inevitable is ever drawing near. For some, it's the fear of being alone, for others it's for the children, or, for some, it's the fear of change. I would put myself in the middle choice, though, I am a creature of habit, and tend to stick with something because I like routine, same old, same old. You know, the comfortable old bathrobe that you hate to give up because it's a part of you now. Even though it's holey and threadbare, looks like crap and REALLY needs to go out with next week's garbage, you can't bear to give it up.

(Male) With over 1.1 billion internet users per day and 67% of those being men... Why was sitting down to write this email going to be any different from yesterday - or all those other days? Well for a start - it was an email and instead of filing through endless porn thumbs looking for that illusive image, (You know - the one that touches your mind in such a way that all those taboo things we civilized people are not supposed to derive pleasure from, but allows us long stayers to reach orgasm in 30 seconds and treat that image with total disregard for the person that actually lay behind it.) this email had purpose and was directed at one sole person - someone I didn't even know.

Losing the business like I did and after so much hard work - 16/18 hour days in a hot kitchen, yet another failed relationship and now - losing my home too - I needed something to take my mind of 'real- life'. Male pride preventing the old 'cap in hand' approach to my previous employer left me scratching around for anything I could get and at 50 - that wasn't a great deal. I felt a little sad - okay - a lot sad, (For myself) and sick of pleasuring myself, even though I had become quite 'a hand' at it - (and yes there is a pun in there!). I remember thinking - I wish life were still simple - like when I was younger... I could have a pen friend in some foreign land and learn all about their country. I typed into Google's search engine 'pen-friend' and up came 'HOLIDATE'. A site where people from all over the world could communicate in safety - somewhere you could find your soul mate... Just as I thought... 'A dating site!' Oh well - may as well have a look... won't cost anything and maybe there are some people on here that are just looking for friendship. Who am I kidding - maybe there are some women on here that live around the corner looking for a little extra action! Old habits die hard... My profile had been on so many 'contact' sites - it was beginning to look like an old menu and with a limited choice on offer.

I worked my little grey mouse and specified my criteria... Okay - 'Must have photo image' - (Well, I'm not talking to anyone resembling a moose)... 'Female' - Yes, that's an essential requirement too, (I'd had my introduction, or was it 'initiation' to anal sex at 16 and all that had left was a nasty stain both in my under-ware at the time and my conscience to the present day.). Now then - let me think... what age - 16-99? Well - they all have that age range don't they? Oh come on ***** - be serious about this.... okay - erm... 37- 45 (Nice and ripe and they know what they want.... Any country and Divorced, Separated or just plain horny.... Oh - there is no category for that... okay - stick with the first two then. Here we go.... First profile... Jesus 'A moose!' Great start...