My bride doesn’t have to worry about that. Many, MANY moons ago, I had her kiss me on the neck, then had our tattoo artist cover it with her favorite color. It’s the only tat on me that still looks good.
I love a good potluck. I learned long ago to only take a bit from each dish, so when I asked someone what they brought, I could show them the bit left on my plate and tell them how good it was. The statement was rarely wrong.
I’m not my bride’s “intellectual equal”. She’s the one with the degree (stay at home mom) and I barely finished high school. Four kids and 50 years later, We’re retired and she’s still my bride.
I’m going to the body farm in TN, so I hope it won’t matter how much I weigh.