Irina, my manicurist proposed an open marriage yesterday. I could marry her, become an American citizen on the side, and I could bring my girlfriends for manicure and pedicure to her.
I could tell them: “You should see my wife for your nails.” Or: “You need waxing, darling. My wife will take care of you.” It’s a storyline that definitely would qualify for the section “modern love” in the NY Times.