My wife is so serious about marriage and monogamy that we’ve actually come to the following understanding:
If she dies before I do, I am not allowed to re-marry.
And it gets worse. Not only is re-marriage out of the question; so is sex of any kind – for the rest of my life.
“What happens in heaven if you get re-married?” Bridget asks me. “Which wife would you be with?”
Bridget has given much thought to the issue, apparently. And now, so have I.
“If it’s heaven, then I doubt I’m married,” I say.
This is both a really, really funny thing to say – and really, really the wrong thing to say to Bridget.
Bridget woke up one morning recently and announced very seriously that she had dreamed that I had adulterous sex with Teri Hatcher from “Desperate Housewives.” My wife seemed to want an explanation.
Whoah. A husband should not be held accountable for his wife’s dreams. More importantly, my wife is clearly having the dreams I’m supposed to be having. This is amazingly unfair to me – and Teri (We’re having dream sex, what do you want me to call her? Ms. Hatcher?).
A week later, Bridget dreamed that I had sex with three female ghosts which, unfortunately, is only slightly less likely than me sleeping with Teri Hatcher. That same night, I think I dreamed about…onions. Again, this was unfair. But her dream did give me an idea.
“Bridget, if you die before I do, I think I can promise not to re-marry or have sex with anyone else…” I said. “…on one condition.”
“What’s the condition?” she asked.
“You have to have ghost sex with me.”
Laugh all you want. We have a deal.
“Do you recognize the man?” asks the therapist.
“No,” says Teri Hatcher. “But he smells like onions.”