I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: No good deed goes unpunished. You can debate whether my actions could actually be described as a good deed or not, but honest to God, I really wanted to do something nice for my wife. And like always, I managed to mess it up.
I can be described as your average bloke: work nine to five, come home, crack a beer, watch sports center or what not, make love to my beautiful wife (if she lets me) and then snore like a pig till morning. There is also one other thing I got in common with every married man out there: three to five times a week, I manage to piss off my wife. I try to make up for it by doing something way out of my comfort zone in order to make her happy. Last week, I was exceptionally “productive” and really messed up, so I needed something big to make it up!
I had a choice between taking her to the opera, visiting an art gallery, or hanging out with her work friend and her husband. The only thing I hate more than galleries is the opera.
Like I said, my intentions were pure and I really wanted to do a good thing for my wife, so I invited the other couple (without her knowing) for a game night at our house. Since the hole I have been in was quite deep, I needed a really fun game to make the evening successful.
Even before the night began, there was a fight. First, figuring she would discuss it with her friend, I forgot to tell my wife that Mike and Corrina were coming. So the house wasn’t “movie” clean and I embarrassed my wife from the get go. Second, I bought 4 six-packs for Mike and me, but only one bottle of wine for the wives. I got heat for that as well. And then in the “main event”, we lost brutally to the other couple playing charades. And by the time an evening came to an end, I was in peril figuring I made a huge mistake. As it turned out, the evening was a huge success.
I know it wasn’t the wine (one bottle is just not enough for these gals), and I know it wasn’t my behavior. It turned out to be the game. My wife had so much fun, and she was so happy, I was in the clear for every shitty thing I did the past week. I even got special lovin’ as a reward for my effort that night! OK, it was a fun game and we did have a good time.
All’s well that ends well? You wish. We now have to hang out with Mike and Corrina ONCE A WEEK. And I just know that one of these nights I will make a huge blunder and piss off my wife worse than ever before. I now feel like a blind man walking through a mine field just so that he can go back when he reaches the end. I enjoyed the charades, but once a week commitment is a steep price to pay. I should have picked a less fun game or simply suffer through 2 hours of opera. I am certain that charades will keep being interesting for a long time, I just don’t trust myself.
No good deed goes unpunished.