You should have seen her. She wore denim overall shorts and a shirt that rose up over her hips. Everything about her turned me into a 13-year-old boy. The bare section of her midriff made me crazy. She let me take her to Shakes for a pizza–shrimp on whole wheat crust–and [...]

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I hate this part.
There was a time when when my not-yet-atrophied heart thought about the romantic nature of gift-buying. One year, my wife and I went to Aruba, swam with youthful indifference in the neck-deep water, and nearly got eaten by wild desert dogs. Three years ago, we drove a convertible from San [...]

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My wife and I have a problem in the bedroom.
I’ve slept in more places than I can count–from five-star hotels to hammocks, I’ve seen it all. I’ve woken up on bare mattresses in houses I didn’t recognize, in a bed with two other guys in New Orleans, and once or twice on a bar stool. [...]

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