Well, W finally aske about the Hooter's girl's phone#. Here's the short version of the convorsation that we has in our garage last night:
w: so, what's the deal with that Hooter's receipt?
m: what are you talking about?
w: the receipt with all the hearts all over it and the girl's phone# inside a big heart.
m: oh, that. when did you find that?
w: Sun. nite.
m: It's no big deal. When she brought our bill, I opened up the little folder thing that it was in and there it was. I'm sure she was just trying to get a big tip.
w: I waited tables before and never did anything like that.
m: Well, you never worked there before and wore anything like thay do. There was a table of bikers behind us and she braided their hair. It's no big deal. I never even noticed the receipt was missing.
Then I said I was going back in the house to watch TV. When she came in the living room, she had her pj's on, told me where the kids were going today, and went to bed.
So, the question is, what next? Can I use this as a springboard for something else or just let it sit and let her think about it? I'm not backing down from her now. I can feel something coming. Maybe it's just nerves, but I'm tired of the limbo. I want to save my marriage, but something has to give.
