My best friend from high school is still my best friend today. He’s married with three daughters. He was over at our house one Sunday night to watch the Sunday Night Football game (and escape the estrogen of two teenage daughters and a tween). That happened from time to time, and was not in and of itself an unusual occurrence. This was the Sunday heading in to Veteran’s Day on Monday. He and I were taking the holiday off, so the beer was flowing a little more freely than usual.
My wife wasn’t taking the holiday, so at halftime she excused herself and went on to bed.
My friend has had a crush on my wife since high school. They went out on one date back then, and she really wasn’t interested in pursuing anything more than that. But he still carries that torch to this day. His wife looked a lot like my wife in college, but the intervening years and three pregnancies have not been kind to her. They’re down to what could best be described as semi-annual sex with blowjobs on special occasions.
With my wife safely in bed and the bedroom door closed, the third quarter and fourth beers got underway.