Taking Stock

Here’s the deal: I am somewhat of a naive optimist. How is that still possible in 2015? I don’t know. It must be choice. I intrinsically choose to believe good will win out every time.

My spouse and I have been married for almost fourteen years. He has been on the job for four. This month our marriage relationship faced a COLOSSAL wake up call. It went down like this: My husband came home from his last day shift. “So I got asked out at work today,” he says with a giant grin on his face .I asked him, “Was she drunk/high? Missing teeth? A form-10?”“Nope, none of the above” he says. Being asked out on the job is nothing new under the sun. There is no shortage of ‘badge bunnies’ on the streets of Calgary. This time was different; this was a legit ask. She has a job—even runs marathons. She is cute and called my husband back five hours after he was done dealing with her concern. I can hear, “atta boy, nice work!” loudly as I write. Who doesn’t like to get asked out? Be reminded that you still got it! The CPS uniforms does a good job of making officers look even more attractive than they already are.

My husband, like many spouses, doesn’t wear his ring on the job, ‘I don’t want bad guys to know I have a family’ he says. Completely valid; I don’t want bad guys to know that we exist either. Three days have passed since “the ask”. He just called from the grocery store. He says that he is still thinking about it, about her. Could he pull it off? His ego is stroked. He called because he scared himself. He says, he doesn’t want there to be secrets. Secrets have power.” He was moments away from taking her up on her offer.