A week and a half later my first “outing” as Matteo’s wife is not, in fact, the disaster I thought it would be.

It’s twice the disaster I thought it would be.

In my defense, my mental fog was especially bad that evening.

Also, cigar lounges are gross, and Matteo’s three “potential investors” were piggish older douches who were all but straight up asking Matteo if investing in Venom directly equaled free sexual favors from “the girls”. And that was right in front of their ...