When I watch him I’m reminded of what my grandmother told me on her deathbed—Reagan, marry a man who is a couple of notches lower than you on the looks scale. That way, you’ll be in the driver’s seat of the relationship. You’ll be secure. And secure is good. My first reaction was, Grandma, are you trying to tell me Grandpa wasn’t a looker? But translated into my current job, I take that advice as Don’t sleep with a player.
