“Baby, it isn't always going to be rainbows and fairytales, but yes, I'm serious. I wanna be yours, like forever yours. I'll start the divorce proce...s as soon as I can and I'll lavish you with the best weddin' a girl could ask for.” Wendy's eyes fill with tears. She rolls to her side, so she can face him, a single tear rolling down over her nose, sniffling. She can't help but let out a giggle. It's a choked out one, but still, she can't believe her ears. “My love, I can't believe this is. Well..." I said in a fading out voice.She paused a second as if contemplating a thought and then said "Ok, let's go get some dinner. We can shop for shoes on another day."---It was a quiet ride to the restaurant. I was lost in my thoughts and apparently so was the wife. After we had ordered, the wife finally broke the ice."When I found your high heels last Saturday, I didn't know what to think. My first thought was they belonged to another woman. I started racking my brain for any other signs. Brian thought the whole incident was hilarious, since he knew I’d never been in a fight with anyone my whole life except the time Nicky Davis hit me in third grade, which didn’t count because I was winded so it wasn’t a fight, it was a single punch.Needless to say I was less than amused. I had no more savings at all. I couldn’t even afford to get my hair cut. As it got longer I took to tying it back most days, and I always put it in a ponytail when I went for a job. Brian tried his best to. My first move was to join a dating site and own up to my wrestling obsession. Surprisingly I received a lot of response from women living in the same coastal city as me and even more to my surprise, many were around the 30-40-age range.So, I had to check them out with the usual meet in a bar/restaurant of choice. Most of these meetings went positively and the women generally seemed interested in wrestling, ‘for fitness purposes’.By the time I had seen the lot I had a small but promising list.