

At my conference, I invite to my room to do some ‘work’, you see this look, I’m sorry. It’s too late for you. I can’t help it! (I’m kidding. Since I’m bringing Mr Poindexter to service my stress relief needs, feel sorry for him. But he’s legally required to do this, as we are legally married) But in the rare chance I met some unicorn man at my conference, he’d be all “front desk? I need a room asap for my wife”. He’s a good husband that way.