The Little Woman

I'm 33, and my wife is 45.  This works well as I lean a bit towards the cougars.  Cougars are great.  You don't get mixed signals, and they tend to have settled down a lot emotionally, so you end up dating or married to someone who's more stable professionally, and emotionally.  You want to get older but not old.  My wife's name's Elena, but I call her Ellie.  She does a lot of different things in regards to real estate, most of which I don't understand, which is fine by me.  She also happens to be a former model, so naturally thats bragging rights for me.  She passes for someone in 30s and even 20s on a regular basis.  Because of our age difference, which is no big deal at all, she gets to relive her 30s, and I get to live my 40s twice.  She's pretty and has a good desk job, I'm rather gruff and have a manual labor job, so things like my back and knees feel like they're in their 50s or something.  I've got the best wife.  She kisses my head out of nowhere when I'm working at home, and encourages me all the time about my pursuing my dream of being a writer.  A dream I've been chasing on and off again since I was a kid.  I've got a daughter from a previous marriage, and my wife has got a couple of daughters, both in their 20s.  No sons.  I'm completely outnumbered here.  Even our 2 dogs are girls.  All these girls...that would probably explain why I've got a lot more gray hair now.

But back to the wife.  She sometimes talks to me about writing more than I talk about it.   We got married not even 2 years ago, and I've already gotten more ideas for writing projects, and gotten more writing done being married, than I have in my entire life.  I guess I'm just bragging, but I've got the perfect little encourager, motivator, and spouse a guy can ask for.  She helps me a great deal even more than she knows.  No, you can't have her.  She's mine.