Ron told me a story a while back that “stuck” about a passionate interlude he shared with a ballet dancer named Sally after being inspired by the life-affirming film “Zorba the Greek”.
I wasn’t planning this consciously, but last night, I asked him to watch one of favorite guilty pleasures, “Dirty Dancing”, perhaps hoping to recapture some of the magic Ron experienced with the ballet dancer years ago.
Without going into a lot of detail, the aftermath was about what I should have anticipated, given Ron’s history with beautiful, slim, desirable women.
Sometimes I wonder about what myself and what I expect from this good man who married me out of a sense of responsibility and respect.