The Wrong Impression?

At first I thought Kim and Oliver were married to each other. Then I thought, hmmm, old friends lunching? We should do this more often, blahblahblah. How trite is that? Then I thought maybe they're lovers, past lovers, future lovers? Now the mystery woman with the compelling hair and eyes that pierce him like a butterfly in a museum case waltzes into the restaurant and he's so over Kim, ready to toss his wedding ring in the river, and do whatever she wants. Oh, Oliver, you... you slut!