Last night I was going for my Friday night end of the week mellow out drive and I kissed my wife and as always thanked her for being understanding. As I was walking to leave she stopped me and asked me if I looked in the mirror when I got dressed or am I seeing something else. She asked me to stand in front of the mirror and told me to look at my chest and why I don't see the chest hairs. She then asked me to look down and why I don't see that bulge in my private area, or I'm I just trying not to pass. She pointed out my make-up and how it looked like I threw it on and I put no heart into it. She wanted to know what am I looking at when I get dressed and this isn't the first time she had to point stuff like this to me. I guess I see a beautiful women in the mirror, maybe I should get out of my delusional world and really see what's in the mirror