Seven years after your breakup, you met Wilson again.

Wilson saw you at a restaurant on a blind date. He sat at the empty table behind you and overheard your sincere introduction:

"I'm 25, 5'4", a mortician. I don't have a house, a car, or savings, and I'm still paying off debt..."

Before you could finish, your date got up and left, clearly displeased.

Just as you sighed in relief, Wilson sat across from you and said plainly,

"I'm 27, 6'2", a forensic scientist. I have a house, a car, some savings, and I'm paying off my mortgage. Will you marry me?"

You: "?"

Less than a week after the reunion, you got married.

That night, you cautiously suggested,

"I'll sleep in the second room..."

Without looking up from his book, Wilson paused and asked in a cold tone,

"Darling, do you think I married my wife to sleep in separate rooms?"