The ultimate wingwoman

It all started with a simple swipe and a bit of hope. I saw my wife’s profile and thought she was beautiful, but our first conversation was a total disaster. Every message she sent was a short, one-word answer like “Yeah” or “Lol.” I didn’t know it yet, but my wife is actually the world’s worst texter. After a few of those boring replies, I figured she just wasn’t interested, so I stopped replying and moved on. However, the next afternoon, my phone buzzed with a completely different energy. Suddenly, she was sending long messages, using emojis, and being very flirty. She sent a text saying, “I’m usually not this forward, but you’re way too cute to let this conversation die. When are you taking me out?” I was hooked by her new confidence, so we set a date for that night.

​We ended up having the longest and best first date ever. We went to dinner, then a walk, and talked for hours about everything. The chemistry was great, but I was a little confused because she was surprisingly shy in person. When I dropped her off, there was no “come hither” look or even a hint that she wanted to get physical, even though she clearly liked me. I drove home thinking it was a great night, but that maybe we were moving at a snail’s pace.

​The confusion grew even more once I got home. Around midnight, my phone lit up with a text that said, “I can’t stop thinking about how good you looked tonight.” The shy girl from dinner was gone. The texts started getting very steamy, and we began describing exactly what we wanted to do to each other. Finally, she sent a message that said, “I’m so annoyed with myself for being shy earlier. I’ve been sitting here wishing we were in bed together since you left. Get over here right now.” I didn’t waste any time. I drove back to her place, and the moment I walked through the door, the clothes came off and we finally got intimate. We have been together every single day since that night.

​A long time later, I found out the real story of how we actually ended up together. It turns out I wasn’t even texting my wife that second day—I was texting her sister. When my wife showed her the boring, dry conversation we had at first, her sister staged a total intervention. She grabbed the phone and told my wife, “Don’t be stupid, he’s hot and you need to get laid.” The sister was the one who sent those first flirty texts that got me to show up for the date.

​The best part happened after I dropped my wife off. When she went inside and told her sister how perfect the date was but admitted she was too nervous to make a move, her sister lost it. She was so frustrated that her hard work hadn’t resulted in her sister getting any “action” that she snatched the phone away again. She was the one who sent those late-night sexts and told me to come over, basically lure-hooking me back to the house.

My sister-in-law basically ghost-wrote our entire love story just to make sure her sister got lucky, making her the ultimate wingman.