Okay so you’re married and I’m engaged, great. Now that we’ve got that straight – would you care to accompany me to my hotel room?
I took a wife when I was twenty-six.
Not my wife, of course.
Heart heavy, shoulders slumped, he opened the front door. After crossing the threshold, with the mistake he made tormenting his soul, he shut the door on his past and his future.
With sweat starting to form on my forehead on this hot and humid evening, my concentration on this passionate embrace was broken when my spouse squealed in delight: “Oh Dean!” Who is Dean?
I wasn’t lying when I told him I didn’t dance with another man. But he didn’t ask me if I kissed one.
It’s been fun babe, but sorry. Your best friend deserves his wife’s fidelity.