My side of the story, I never took him seriously when he was driving that old man's BMW. Whenever we went out he was always complaining about how it broke down. And I always thought it was his parents' car.

I can't stand a man who is so lost and confused about his hardware.

Finally, Bob dumped the boat and picked up the Mercedes. While I'm not into SUVs, at least it was an AMG and we could make out in the back.

And so I agreed to marry the guy in the summer after his birthday, went to Cuba for the honeymoon, and Bob continues to be completely mesmerized by my pink finger and toe nails.

Bob finally wakes up and turns a new chapter in his life, picking up a real man's car in December. It turns me on completely. Bob demonstrated his tender and artistic side ordering the designo package. We naturally became more intimate and I found out that I was pregnant shortly after.

Sorry guys, no more bikinis photos and I need my fur coat to cover myself, I promise I'll get back into shape after delivering the baby in September!

Bob's wife (please don't tell Bob)

PS Initially, my folks thought we were a bit too young to get married, but Bob did a great job pleasing mom giving her rides all the time. He comes from a good family and is a pretty talented designer programmer.