Hubby's Least Favorite Restaurant

I was having dinner with Hubby last night in the same restaurant where I asked him for an open marriage about a year and a half ago and he shut me down. To be more accurate, that was where I first asked him for an open marriage.  I've asked several times since then, but none of those had the same impact as the first time. It had such a profound impact on him that he refuses to sit in the same booth where we sat that day.  I think that's a little silly, but I'll sit wherever he wants.

Anyway, we were there last night and the topic of three-time Olympian Suzy Favor Hamilton came up.  As you may have heard, she has been working as a high priced call girl, oops...I mean, escort....in Vegas (and around the country) for the last year.  She was caught and exposed, and the reason she gave for her activities was that it helped her deal with depression, the stress in her life, and some difficulties in her marriage.

Here's how part of my conversation went with Hubby:

Kat:  Really? Sex with strangers as a treatment for depression and stress? So, why did I go with therapy?  Sex would have been more fun.

Hubby: Don't even think about it.  You're not an Olympian.

Kat (ignoring Hubby's comment): And therapy costs money.  What she did made money.

Hubby:  Spend that same amount of time on the business and you'll make even more.  Then you can pay for the therapy I'm going to need as a result of the stress of this conversation.

Kat: But then we wouldn't have to have an "open marriage" because it would be my job. I think it's a win-win.

Hubby (getting frustrated): We don't have an open marriage and we're not going to have an open marriage!

Kat: I know. I was just thinking that I was fucking around for free and she was getting paid. Just seems like a more efficient approach........

Hubby: What is it with this restaurant? I hate this place.