I can’t believe that I’m starting out by saying that I always thought these letters were fake until it happened to me. But I did, and it did.

My husband and I had made plans to go out on a Saturday night, which usually means dinner and a movie. On our way, he turned to me at a red light and said, “Or… ” and paused.

I wondered what he was up to. I loved that he was still cooking up ways to keep things exciting in our forties.

“Or what, Alan?” I asked.

I was a pretty shocked when he said, “Let’s go to the strip club and get a couples’ dance.”

I’d never been to one before, but I’d always wanted to. “Fuck it, let’s do it!” I said.

The club was dark, but clean. A few girls were... Read More