Sometimes who you’re with is important

Last week I went out to dinner with my wife.  As we were deciding where to go out for dinner, I suggested an italian restaurant we had been to about a year ago.  I had a really good memory of the place.  But then my wife reminded me that neither of us were really satisfied with our food.  It really wasn’t very good italian food.  But I wanted to go there again.  I think the reason I like the place was because I was there with my wife.  She makes even eat at a restaurant a good place to be simply because she is there with me.

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