I married a woman 24 years older than I. We went to her 50th high school reunion, where I was the “trophy husband”. You can tell who had been the head cheerleader – still rah-rah-rah.
My wife encountered her high school sweetheart. He took her out to lunch a few times afterward in his blue Mercedes convertible. It killed her that I did not act jealous. She asked me what would happen if she slept with him. I looked her straight in the eye and told her there was only one way to find out.
At their last lunch together, he tried to get her drunk and made a move on her. She left immediately and threw up in the car on the way home. Turns out she really did not want to find out. :)
I married a woman 24 years older than I. We went to her 50th high school reunion, where I was the “trophy husband”. You can tell who had been the head cheerleader – still rah-rah-rah.
My wife encountered her high school sweetheart. He took her out to lunch a few times afterward in his blue Mercedes convertible. It killed her that I did not act jealous. She asked me what would happen if she slept with him. I looked her straight in the eye and told her there was only one way to find out.
At their last lunch together, he tried to get her drunk and made a move on her. She left immediately and threw up in the car on the way home. Turns out she really did not want to find out. :)