by Neal Pollack

One night a few years ago, my marriage almost could have changed forever. Laura went to a dinner party, leaving me to change diapers and put the baby to bed. Afterward, I got stoned and watched whatever was on HBO, expecting her home around her usual landing time of 10, or maybe 10:30. But the hours dragged along, and I got tired. So for once, I went to bed before my wife.

When she stumbled in the door, around 1:30 am, I’d already been asleep for a couple of hours. The roles had thoroughly reversed. She collapsed on the bed. Much to my surprise, she was sobbing.

“What’s going on?” I said.

“I’m so confused!” she said.

“Why?”

“There were so many good-looking women at the party, and they were talking about sex.”

“That sounds nice.”

“I got really horny.”

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