A big titted waitress made me do it

So it was 3 years ago this weekend that I had my epiphany that maybe the whole being married to a flirty clueless douchebag was a bad thing.  At my thirtieth birthday party my husband, and I use that word loosely, spent most of the night flirting with the near under-age big breasted waitress.  Rather than dancing with me or even paying me a moment of attention he just kept buying shots at the bar for himself and all of the waitresses.  

And now fast-forward two years and the most amazing man in the world not only paid attention to me and only little ol' me, but he got down on his knee and proved that he loved me more than any big titted waitress.  That's a kick-ass birthday present.