So first off, you need to understand that my wife is freaking gorgeous. A total 10/10 stunner, if you’re into numerical ratings. She’s 5’9”, slender and fit, with ice blue eyes and gorgeous natural curves. Me, I’m somewhere between a 5 and a 6, perhaps a bit higher if you like the teddy bear man-boy type. How she ended up with me is another story, but the short version is the old cliche—I make her laugh.
She knows I adore her, and she knows I’m still blown away that I’m married to such a jaw-droppingly gorgeous woman. We have a lot of fun with that.
Anyway, on our last vacation (to Miami), as we’re checking into our hotel room, she gets this funny little smile. I ask her what it is, and she replies, “Just something I thought of. Why don’t you go down to the hotel bar and relax? Wear something nice.”