I'm no romantic, and I'm perfectly content to be left alone on Valentine's Day. My only request was for Kellie block our Airbnb calendar so we wouldn't have any houseguests while she's away. If you’re not familiar with Airbnb, it’s an online community where members can offer their spare rooms for rent. It’s an easy way to supplement your income, and it provides a handy excuse if any of the kids want move back home. Yes dear, your old room is available, and it’s just forty-four dollars per night, but as a family member you get a ten percent discount.
At first, Kellie was perfectly willing to block the dates, but she doesn’t like to pass up easy money, especially since my early retirement has reduced her free cash flow.
“Do you remember those two French coeds who wanted to rent a room earlier this month but couldn’t because we already had a guest?” Kellie asked.
How could I forget twenty-two year-old Juliette and her friend Hajar? I never actually met them or saw their pictures, but I conjured up quite the mental image. I wanted to evict our current guest to make room for them.
“What happens if two young Swedish girls want to rent while I’m away but can't because you made me block the calendar?” Kellie asked. “Do you really want to pass up the opportunity to have a couple of young blondes in the house while I’m away?”
My wife can be incredibly persuasive at times. There was simply no arguing with her reasoning; her logic was flawless. I acquiesced to keeping our calendar open. Still, I was insulted that she wasn't the least bit concerned about leaving me to consort with two hot, young European girls.
"Honey, your so adorkable, and you’re just lucky that I like dorks," said Kellie, "but to a twenty-something you’re just a dirty old man."
“Yes, but some women go for older men. What happens if they throw themselves at me and I can’t resist?”
“Good luck with that. Besides, it would cost you a lot of money.”
Once again, Kellie’s logic was impeccable. I already have one ex-wife and I’m not looking to charter a club. Maybe we could come to some mutually beneficial arrangement.
"What if I let you have Johnny Depp? Could I have the Swedish girls then?"
"Yes," Kellie replied without a nanosecond of hesitation. "But I get to go first."
This is how we do Valentine's Day in Kellie's World.
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