The night my husband almost brought a hooker home for dinner.

Let's set the scene: It was Don's birthday, he was coming home from work at 6 and we were going to have a little birthday celebration.  He was very much looking forward to spending some quality time with his family.

However, he was running a little early, by about 15 minutes. Because he didn't want to mess up any plans that I had (For instance, if I was making dinner and it would be ready right at 6) he pulled over a few blocks from our house and was checking his messages and email on his phone for a few minutes. And that's when she knocked on his window.

"Did you stop to give me a ride?" She asked.

"Uh, nope. Sorry. Just checking my phone..." He replied.

"Oh." She paused. "Cause I thought you pulled over to give me a ride."

Now, my husband, as you might know, is one of the sweetest, most generous... and *naive* men you'll ever meet. Seriously.  So, of course, he offered to give her a ride. He felt  bad for her, you see, because she was not dressed for the cold weather. She didn't have a jacket on, and her skirt was pretty short, after all...

You see where I'm going with this, right?

She hopped in his truck, and off they went... to her hotel. On the way there, they chatted and he found out all about where she was from (out of state, but I forget where), where her family was, how she liked our city, etc. He offered her a whole box of brownies that he had in his truck when she said she was hungry. He almost offered to feed her dinner at his house, but didn't, because he didn't want to spring an extra dinner guest on me at the last minute.

They got to her hotel and he said goodbye. She paused for a moment and then said:

"So... do you want a date with me?"

"Oh, you're so nice to ask. But no, I have to get home to my wife. Because I'm married. But you're really nice. Thanks!"

"So... you don't want a date?" I'm sure she was very confused by now. This is probably not how many of her "dates" end.

"Nope! I've really got to get home. It's my birthday!"  And then he left her there.

When he told me the whole story, 10 minutes later, he was so pleased and flattered. By the time he got to the end, I was bent over with laughter and he was very confused at my reaction.

"Honey," I exclaimed. "You picked up a hooker!"

"No... No! She was just really nice..."

And that, my friends, is my favorite story of how sweet, generous, kind, and so very very naive my husband is.

I like to imagine that this woman, so astounded and befuddled by Don, decided to change her life, and became... I don't know, a librarian or something. Or that she was an undercover cop and the police have a really really funny story to tell now.