A widow friend of my wife's, Beth, was dating this guy that we could not stand, he was rude, always late, dressed like an unmade bed, great at dodging a check, fat, bald and arrogant. But Beth was lonely and grasping at straws, she didn't really need to, she was nice and fairly attractive. One night the 4 of us we eating out and my wife ended up at the table alone with Mr. Charming for a few minutes. He insisted there was chemistry between them and wanted my wife to sneak away for an afternoon with him, she got pissed but held off telling her friend immediately, she was afraid it would depress her.
A few weeks later we went to a Christmas party with them, there were a lot of mistletoe around and a lot of good natured kisses on the cheek. Mr. Charming caught my wife under a sprig and kissed her with tongue until she had to shove him away. This was in front of her friend, that was the last straw, she slapped his face like I thought she was going to decapitate him. We were in our car so the 3 of us left him there, we took Beth home and we went home. She was over him, no regrets. But after we dropped Beth off my wife said, 'for a few seconds he was a pretty good kisser.'
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