My wife and I once decided to make a list of five celebrities we’d be allowed to sleep with if we ever got the chance.
She went first:
“Brad Pitt, Sam Elliott, Tom Hardy, Kevin Costner, and Clive Owen.”
I nodded approvingly.
“Excellent choices, darling.”
Then it was my turn.
I confidently read out my list:
“Your sister, your cousin, your best friend, my secretary, and that gorgeous checkout girl at Costco.”
Silence.
Absolute silence.
My wife slowly put down her coffee.
“So… those are your choices?”
“Yep. Five is five.”
That conversation ended surprisingly quickly.
And now I’m sleeping on the sofa.
Apparently, there’s a very important rule I forgot to read:
Her list was a fantasy list. Mine was apparently a shopping list.
