I went on a trip to Hawaii, standing on the beach, waxing my surfboard and admiring the glistening 10-foot waves, when I decided to marry the woman who is now my wife. Sure, this was two years before I got around to popping the question. But it was then I knew.

Why? Because she’d let me go on vacation alone. Hell, she made me go!

If you let us be dumb guys every once and awhile, if you encourage us to go surfing, if you embrace our stupid poker night — by ourselves — our silly little hearts will be ALL yours.

Evan Michaels