Just ONE of the Reasons I Love My Wife

I have been toying with the idea of starting my own blog. I figured this would be a good opportunity to test the "blog world" waters.

The other day I was working at my new and exciting job, ( I am a server at a restaurant) and had an interesting experience. I was taking a table's order when I felt someone's foot rubbing my leg. My first instinct was to ignore the sensation and focus on how the gentleman with whom I was conversing wanted his "Bedda Chedda Burger" cooked. (Yes its called that, and yes it's freaking amazing). After confirming the "medium well with a side of waffle fries," I conceded to the attention seeking lady who, by now, I was sure KNEW my leg was NOT part of the table. As I stared at this women with a face that screamed-"lady, I'm a 300 pound waiter that, for all you know, hasn't stopped sweating since he was 18. What gives?"- the lady stared right back and mouthed the words..."You're CUTE." Needless to say, I am used to these moments as they occur with great frequency...... that means they don't!

(I believe the last girl I tried to flirt with in high school, before I met Ashley, told me the chances of us getting together were,... "slim to none, and since you're not slim...NONE." Yep, felt like a real winner that night)

So, this middle-aged leg violator winks at me as I quickly return to the kitchen absolutely flabbergasted. That night I returned home and relayed the experience to my wonderful wife who can't stop chuckling about the whole thing. I subsequently asked her if she wanted to go to bed with a "cute guy." To which she wittingly replied, "I slept with one last night and, by the way, I get that request all the time."

Initially, I must admit, I was little apprehensive about telling Ashley what had happened. You see, I had an experience with Ashley that is very telling of how she reacts to forward women. One night while I was "D.J.ing" a wedding at the Wright House, Ashley dropped by as she often did, near the end of the party to sit with me and help me close things down. All of a sudden, a very inebriated women came to the table with her friend to request a song. At the same time, I was talking with a man about a song he wanted to hear and my attention was on him and not the two ladies. One of the ladies apparently mentioned to her friend that the best way to get my attention would be to "expose herself." Ashley heard this and, for some reason, did not agree. The two ladies began to walk away but not before Ashley made a valiant effort to get their attention and reprimand them in, what she felt, was the appropriate way. As I listened to Ashley attempt to confront the drunken risque woman I realized two things: (1) she was yelling at a Bride's maid, and (2) I had not yet been paid. I explained to Ashley that she could beat up anyone she wanted, but only after I get the check.
I have the most awesome wife who, for some reason, along with at least one other woman that we know of, thinks I am cute. I can't begin to explain just how happy she makes me and what a great joy it is to be married to my best friend. Here's to you sweet heart!!