A Piece of Truth

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　　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 ask about the waiter, and he fills me up. He apologized to me in front of his manager, and I accept it since his background is quite colorful.