Trophy husbands don't need to be polished

I wouldn't describe him as wise beyond his years. Seeing that he only started wearing pants with zippers four years earlier, I took his occasional bon mots as seriously as those whistle blowing traffic wardens at the crosswalks.

But I couldn't shake it off when he said he wanted to grow up to be a "trophy husband".

Sure, he was grinning when he said it. And after watching him handle a knife on his steak, it would be a terrible thing for mankind if he ended up as a surgeon, yet my hopes for him are greater than just becoming a toy boy for a well-off woman.