The Return of Her First Love
On our third wedding anniversary, my wife's first love came back to town. Right in front of everyone, he pulled out a piece of lingerie and handed it to her.
"I always thought you looked your best in this," he said.
As the crowd laughed, my wife didn't get upset—instead, she looked almost coy. "Well, that depends on who I'm wearing it for," she replied. Then she turned to me, her eyes dripping with contempt. "Why would I bother trying to impress a man with no romance in his bones?"
Her first love shot me a smug look. I just smiled, raised my glass to him, and walked off.
But suddenly, my wife didn't look so sure of herself anymore.