“What’s a beautiful woman like you doing with a loser like him?” The arrogant stranger leers at my wife and licks his lips. He’s almost hot enough to get away with acting like such a jerk — almost . “Please leave us alone, sir.” “I wasn’t talking to you, American. I was talking to this gorgeous creature. Ditch this loser and come sit with me, yes?” “In your dreams,” my wife laughs. The guy shrugs and sits down at the bar, motioning for my wife to join him there. “Can you believe that guy?” I say. “So rude!” “Yeah, but it was also kinda hot, don’t you think?” I almost spill my drink. “What?” My wife smiles devilishly. “You always tell me you want to see me flirt with other men, right?” “Yeah, but… not with a guy like him .” “Well, I think he’s hot. So you’re going to step outside and pretend to smoke, while I have a drink with Mr. Rude over there. This is what you wanted, remember? It’s just one drink, sweetie. What’s the worst that could happen?”
