We stopped at a 24-hour diner at 2 AM. We shared a slice of pecan pie with two forks. He stole a fry off my plate. I threw a napkin at him. It was juvenile. It was hilarious. It was fun .
Conversations were logistical. "Did you pay the electric bill?" "Who is picking up Liam from soccer?" We hadn't laughed until we cried in years. And we certainly hadn't done anything reckless. Kylee Strutt - fun with a stranger - Real wife stories
We didn't kiss. We didn't touch. We just sat on the hood of his truck, shoulder to shoulder, watching the sun bleed over the water. It was the most intimate moment I had ever had with a person I knew nothing about. We stopped at a 24-hour diner at 2 AM
He didn’t hit on me. That’s the first thing that broke the ice. He just looked over after a long silence and said, "You look like a woman who is somewhere else right now." I threw a napkin at him
For the first time in years, I wasn't a wife. I wasn't a mom. I wasn't an employee. I was just a woman listening to a stranger tell a story about a road trip he took in 2008.
Then he started the engine and drove me back to my car. I know what you’re thinking. You think this story ends with a steamy affair or a secret phone number hidden in a coat pocket.
I am Kylee Strutt. I am a real wife. And I believe that a little bit of mystery, a little bit of danger, and a little bit of fun with a stranger (even if it’s just a conversation over pecan pie) can remind you why life is worth living.