My wife started a business selling perfume. It was what she always wanted.
“You can stay at home and be a house husband,” she said.
At first, it seemed like a good idea. Then she began coming home late. She spent the weekends making long phone calls. She went to business meetings with men in tight-fitting suits. And she stopped taking any notice of me.
I thought about how I could get her attention again. I needed a new look. So I shopped at the store where she bought her clothes and arranged an appointment with her hairdresser.
When I was ready, I waited in the hallway for her to return from work. She stepped in through the front door, but she didn’t look at me.
“How was your day?” I said.
“Busy,” she said.
I moved closer. She sniffed and detected the floral scent.
“That’s my perfume,” she said.
“Yes,” I said. She glanced at me.
“You’ve had your haircut,” she said.
“What do you think?” I said. It was cropped into a short bob with blonde highlights.
“It looks like my hairstyle,” she said.
She was beginning to take notice. “Is that a new top?” she said. I was wearing a gold satin blouse.
“Do you like it?” I said.
“I’ve got one similar,” she said.
“I know,” I said. I brushed my hands over my hips in the way that she did.
Her bangles jangled on my wrists.
“Are you wearing boot-cut jeans?” she said.
“With boots,” I said and lifted my foot to show her my spiked heel.
“You’re dressed like me,” she said.
“You noticed,” I said.
She leaned in close. “I love it,” she said.