The faithful husband at the movies

Two girls meet at the movies. They are friends. As soon as they enter the door they make a bet:
- I bet I can get some man to pay for my ticket.
- What? And how do you suppose you could get a man to pay for your ticket?
- By using my charm. What? You don't believe me? I do it every week.
- Ok. If you can't get the first man to buy you a ticket, then you're buying ME a ticket tonight, because I'm not in the mood to spend ten bucks, unless it's for a good reason.
- Let's make it interesting. Not only I'll have to make the man buy a second ticket just for me, but he's also going to buy me a drink, thinking he's got a shot with me.
- You got yourself a deal.

A slightly aged but not bad-looking man approaches the line. He is alone. The girl gets in line behind him, also alone. She offers an open line:
- Here to see Moron - The Legacy, too? - He turns to see who's talking to him.
- You mean, the remake of that 80's film? Nah. I'm here for something more interesting. - and turns his back on her again.
- Like?
- Oh, Conception. - He does a little swing to throw the answer to his back and get back to paying attention to the slowly moving line. He takes a step forwards.
- Oh-kay. Is that like a film about a kid being born or something? - She throws a look to the ground to try to find something to help her make that question and lifts her head again, looking at his neck, to see if he'll turn again and respond.
- Haha, no. - He doesn't even turn - it's a long story. Here, read it for yourself. - He hands her a flyer with information she would need, if she really was interested in getting that question properly answered. Dead end for her.
- So, what do you do? - She places herself beside him to force him to look at her.
- I'm a husband - he says, convicted, with a smile on his face and eyes seeking for a reaction for his unusual answer.
- What kind of a husband? - she asks and grins, thinking he might just be playing hard to catch.
- The faithful kind - and he turns his eyes to the line, wondering how long he'll still have to bare her.
- Ooooh. That's a nice kind of husband. Hard to find. I think it's sexy.
- Well, good luck finding yourself one, then.
- Haha, that's mean! - they're stepping forwards on the line now, as if they were a couple, and the girl really thinks she's breaking some ground.
- Oh, shoot, I think I forgot my cash at home. Would you mind? - she twists the eyebrows and bits her lips, trying to get her so called charm to work on him, as he reaches on his wallet to pay for his own ticket.
- Are you saying you want me to buy you a ticket?
- Well, I didn't know I had forgotten my money today and I've waited all this time in line. Sorry...- she plays innocent.
- Do I look like charity now? Should I buy you something to eat, too, something to drink?
- No, it's just that, I really wanted to see this movie. If that's ok by you.
- Hm. Fine. Since you already haven't got much sense you might as well learn about good will at first hand. One ticket, please.
- Wait. Didn't you say you were going to buy me a ticket too?
- And I am. Here you go. Have fun. - he hands her the one ticket and walks away.
- Hey, wait. I thought you were also seeing that movie. - she talks to his leaving back.
- I was, - He turns around and walks a little bit backwards - but then this needy person asked for some spare change and I gave the money away.
- Hey, that's not fair - she makes a boohoo face, hoping he'll be forced to cheer her up.
- What did you expect?
- I don't know. You did mention drinks. - she tries one last time, with high heels, high eyebrows and high hopes.
- You're right. I did mention getting something to drink.
She looks at him as if she was the girl in the restaurant next door waiting to be proposed to.
- My place? - he says.
- I thought you'd never ask. - she smiles, satisfied.
He takes his cell phone out of his pocket and starts to dial.
- Who are you calling?
- Oh, I'm just calling my wife. She enjoys having people over for tea. Especially now, that she's sick at home, with nothing to do but say she's fine and she wants me to find something more useful to do other than watching out for her all the time. And especially when she knows she'd get the chance to talk some sense into that shallow mind of yours. - he grins.

And the girl goes home tons of questions heavier and ten bucks lighter.

PS: Faithfulness is not about being predictable. It's about being reliable and trustworthy. Be faithful.