What Happens in Vegas … {Reflections of a Non-Jealous Wife}

One of the highest hands in poker a Spades Royal Flush on a red

My husband is hot. Men envy his muscular physique. Women lust after his sexy, chiseled features. Grandmothers make comments like: “all men should look like that.” Even the babysitter goes all shy when he answers the door.

Whenever he strolls along, hand in hand, with our kids, he’s a magnet for admiring glances. You can just imagine what happened, back in the day, when he was adorned with a baby in a papoose. He got oogled and ogled, of course. Because women, of all ages, just love a hot dad.

He knows he’s gorgeous, though. It’s nothing new.

Just last month he was in Vegas for a work convention. After a night out with some colleagues, he went back to his room to find two bikini-clad 20-somethings in the hallway by his door. The girls, part of a bachelorette weekend, were staying in the room across from him.

They invited my husband to join them for a drink. IN THEIR ROOM!

He declined their offer and told them he was married. The one wet-T champion wannabe, responded that she was engaged (to an ever-so lucky man, I must add) and enquired if he was, in fact, happily married…

So, ya. This is my life! Not every minute but sometimes.

It’s beyond my control, though, because the extra attention and the potential temptations simply come with the territory. My husband is a handsome businessman who travels for work. It’s part of his job to be away from home and he certainly can’t stop the fact that he looks amazing in a suit.

Recently, I was telling the Vegas story to a friend. Her response was: “I would hate that. Don’t you ever worry?” I didn’t have to think about my answer, which was: “No, I don’t.”

The fact is, I trust in my instinct. I trust him. I haven’t any reason not to. And upon further contemplation, I have plenty of reasons to…

Let me count the ways:

  1. He had lots of freedom in his younger years to do what he wanted to do. So I figure, he’s been there and done that.
  2. He has a mind of his own and isn’t swayed to do things he doesn’t want to do. I know he’s capable of saying no.
  3. He’s a dedicated dad who prioritizes time with me and the kids. This lets me know that he values our family.
  4. He calls me when he’s away, to make sure the doors are locked and to ask what we ate for dinner. Yes, this is everyday hum drum chat but it tells me that he cares and that he’s thinking of us.
  5. He makes plans for us to go out, just the two of us or with friends. This shows me that he values our relationship.
  6. Sometimes he tells me that I look beautiful which obviously makes me feel… sort of beautiful.
  7. If he’s away, and depending on the time zone, he’ll text or call me to say good night, every night. I don’t actually, ever have to call him. The man is consistent.
  8. When women do put the moves on him, he tells me about it. This makes me feel like I’m “in the know.”
  9. He also buys me chocolate. Yes, choc-o-late! This indicates, without a doubt, that he gets me. Well, let’s not get carried away BUT he knows that I like chocolate and he brings it to me.
  10. And, finally, a subtle (yet fantastic) indicator that we are doin’ ok is, he smacks my butt.  He does this in passing, on a regular basis. Obviously, butt smacking= I want your ass, which is encouraging. Because as long as he wants mine, he’s less likely to want someone else’s. Am I right?

If that fades away, then maybe I’ll start to worry, but until then my husband has my trust.

So, bikini-clad girls, if you happen to be reading this and before you go chasing after my, or anybody else’s faithful, family-loving husband (I know such qualities do tend to make a man even more lust-worthy) there are a few things you should know.  My man is…one of those loud chewers. Seriously, even when his mouth is closed it’s like “NOM NOM NOM!” He also leaves his snot rags all over the house, you do not want to be around during hay fever season. And he has some serious know-it-all tendencies. Like, majorly. Why am I telling you this? Because… the grass surrounding him, isn’t greener. It’s just different.

So, here’s a tip from a non-jealous wife to all the classy ladies: “Tend to your own lawn or find a vacant patch of meadow where you can frolic wild, and free.” You just want a shag, you say?  A fun night? Well, to that, I reply: “a romp in the Vegas hay is nothing compared to sharing a life with an amazing guy like mine.”  And, in order to share a life with a guy like mine, you’ll need more than a bikini and a room key.


12 thoughts on “What Happens in Vegas … {Reflections of a Non-Jealous Wife}

  1. Great post. My husband and I are the same (Butt smacking and all) except my husband is a cutie and yours sounds dreamy 😉
    Friends are always commenting on me “letting” him go on a boys weekend, golf trip, Vegas or to the bar. I actually dropped him off at the bar last friday. So he doesn’t drink and drive.
    I trust him and he trusts me…..and why would we?! We are married and love each other. Really keeping him tethered or on a short leash just makes me the ball and chain. AND I think that is why they wander.
    FYI My husband leaves snot rags, used flossers on the counter and has this annoying breathing patterned at night that i want to smothered him with a pillow.
    Quite the catch…..but he is all mine. 😀

    • I do believe that in relationships, we set the tone for our partners. We let them know if we are trustworthy or not and we do it all sorts of ways (like I mentioned above). I think that if people are keeping a “short leash” on their guy or gal, they either have a reason to doubt their partner or, in some cases, their ability to use their intuition is out of whack (due to being treated badly in the past). I also feel that if someone is going to cheat, then they will find a way to cheat. Tab keeping and restricting someone’s freedom is not the answer to keeping them faithful. Thanks so much for taking the time to comment! Sounds like you’ve got a good thing going on, too!

  2. Sometimes it just doesn’t turn out that way. My ex husband was also a very handsome man. I was very….nervous when we started dating. It took me a long time to be comfortable in our relationship, but I did become confident. We married and started a family. He got a position in a big company that required him to dress for success (a big jump for him) even more handsome. He began not coming home on Friday nights, claiming to have gone out with some of the people he worked with, and had too much to drink so he slept in his truck. Every Friday night. My radar went up. No accusations yet. Then he graduated to Friday and Saturday nights. Every weekend. Needless to say by this point our home life wasn’t too happy. I would look at him on Friday mornings and think to myself, see you Sunday night. Then we get an envelope from the doctors office, addressed to Mr and Mrs, so I open it. (That started a huge fight, why I was opening his mail.) It was the confirmation for his vasectomy. Now I know, here is proof, needless to say, we aren’t having sex, he must have gotten a pregnancy scare.

    So, there you have it, that was the beginning of the end of my marriage, and the tale of how my trust got smashed.

    • Hi Julie, I am so sorry to hear this. That must have been a horrible time for you. It’s a good thing, however, that he is your EX husband and that you’re now free from the lies. Thanks for taking the time to share your story.

      • It was a long time ago, but that is as accurate account as I can muster without anger. It was a horrible time. Sadly I am positive that was the best move I could have made for my children and myself. (divorcing him) I do apologize for dumping such a downer comment, I am certainly happy for your situation.

      • Don’t apologize! It must have taken a lot of strength to get through all of that. I can relate (on a much smaller scale) as the guy who did it to me wasn’t my husband and we didn’t have children together. I think that we can sense when something isn’t right, though. Sometimes we ignore it. With the guy from my past, I sensed that I couldn’t trust him very early on. But, I had to live and learn…

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