One of my friends, Kelly, is young, gorgeous, and incredibly talented. Unfortunately, I was already married when I met her, and our age gap is pretty significant, so I just occasionally catch myself daydreaming while watching her Instagram stories.
Once, some mutual friends invited us to go glamping—a fancy kind of camping with big tents, actual beds, and even air conditioning. We were paired up two to a tent: me with my wife, and Kelly with her boyfriend.
On the last day, as everyone was packing up, my wife asked to borrow something from Kelly and told me to grab it from her tent. When I stepped inside, I spotted a torn condom wrapper in the trash can by the side.
I mean, we all know twenty-something couples are probably having sex all the time. But seeing this tangible proof of their intimacy, right there in that space… man, I hope I don’t sound weird saying this, but it sent a jolt of excitement through me. Staring at that empty bed, my mind couldn’t help but conjure vivid images of the two of them tangled up together, lost in passion.
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