"Honey, I'm home! TGIF!"
That was my usual call upon entering the house at the end of a week.
"In the bedroom!"
That was an unusual reply. I got up to our bedroom and saw her finishing putting the final touch to her makeup. She was wearing the skimpiest LBD ever. She was stunning.
"I'm going out tonight. I have a date with Jason Hebert. Don't wait for me, I won't be back until tomorrow," she said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Ok, enjoy your date," I said almost cheerfully, as I was getting back downstairs. I got a glimpse of her dumbstruck reflection in the mirror.
I got to the fridge to get myself a beer, and in no time, she was gone, without even a goodbye.
You see, this was no surprise to me. Things were going just as I had expected. My wife is a woman of habits. She more or less always does the same things, reacts the same way to specific events. So her odd behavior over the preceding three weeks had set off an alarm in my head. One evening, two days before date night, I waited until she fell asleep and after some cursing, I was finally able to find her phone password. And the answers to my questions.
She had been planning this date with her asshole colleague for over two weeks. They were planning on having dinner at Theodorakis', her favorite Greek restaurant. She had praised their Avgolémono (lemon soup) to asshole. And then, they would go dancing and end up in a hotel for the night where she would give him her ass.
I loved to bring my wife to Theodorakis'. But she did not know that it was also my favorite spot to dine and wine my clients. And she could not know that over the years, Theo had become a good friend of mine.
