Chapter 17SEB
We decide to share dessert since she eats all her food. I like the way she appreciates a good taste without worrying about how many calories are in it, unlike another woman who chooses green salad or quinoa over pasta just to impress a man with her body. Thank God, I never have to encounter women like them. I"m glad my woman— yeah, my woman eats what I serve on her plate.
Lucky bastard.
"Thank you, wife. I thought you would be concerned about how many calories in the meal I served for you, and in wine. And how many hours you have to burn them."
"Jeez, YOLO. Why not appreciate good food, good wine, and a good husband." She grins at me, and then she excuses herself to refresh.
I can"t help but smile and shake my head. I call the manager while she"s in the ladies" room, and
