The Other Woman

This evening I went on a date. Erika (my wife) had other plans so I asked her if I could ask another woman.
She agreed.
My companion was beautiful and charming. We talked about her best friend, dating, and our favorite foods.
And before I knew it I told her I loved her.
Maybe it’s because she reminded me so much of my wife. Or maybe it’s her carefree attitude about the chocolate sauce that landed on her pink dress.
Either way, my daughter makes a great date.




