San Diego, Part 3
Mike explores sharing his wife Ally for the first time. “Closing out!” I yelled across the bar, vying to be heard over the percussion from the live band vibrating off the walls and the loud voices around me. As I waited for the bartender to run my card, I turned back to watch my wife, Ally, flirting with my friend and coworker, Ben. All night, she’d been leaning in close to talk into Ben’s ear, which I suppose was necessary in the noisy bar. But I noticed other things, too. Li...