We had a staff social (that I'm not allowed to tell you about, because then I'd have to kill you) a few weeks ago and one of my awesome co-workers really enjoyed herself, and I offered to give her a ride home.
As we drove towards her place, she decided she needed to give me some (slightly drunken) advice.
Which turned out to be awesome.
Victoria... Victoria? I have to tell you something.
(I was worried at this point that it was going to be something I didn't want to hear.)
Ok, sure, go ahead, I can't wait to hear it.
Victoria? I know that Jay is coming back soon. Might be date X, might be date Y, but he is coming back soon. It's D day. Right?
Ok, so. You see. I have to tell you something. There has to be a sexual attraction there.
Because, you see. I've been married for 23 years. And I still want my husband's (censored) !
Because, seriously. Not only is that awesome advice? It's awesome that she (they) still feel this way, and awesome to know that she's still happy and that, well, anyway. I thought it was awesome.
You go girl!