Flirt

"Who's that?" I asked my wife, taking a sip of wine, looking at her phone.

"Ryan, Jake's friend. He's cute. Remember we saw him at that thing."

Ryan was my wife's lover; they'd been dating for about a year.

"I...I suppose, why?"

"I don't know. Ryan said he thought you were cute and asked about you."

"Amy..."

"I know, I know," she said, knowing I'd react the same she always did when she suggested I take some interest in guys. "Listen, I'm not saying you have to do anything but I told Ryan we'd meet for drinks on Friday."

"Amy!"

"Ryan knows, sweetie."

"Amy, I'm not...I'm not into guys," I said, something I told her time and time again.

"You keep saying that, I hear it, but I think it's more you're scared than anything else."

"Scared you'd like it. Having a man in your life."

"Amy..."

"It's just drinks," she said.

"Just drinks?"

"I'm not saying you should sleep with you, I'm only saying you should flirt a little and see what happens."