I am going on a train trip tomorrow. Trains are supposed to be romantic, right?

Well, the only other time I’ve traveled by train was in the late ’90s with my sister. That trip was a wash as far as romance goes; since I was traveling with family, hooking up with a hottie and making out in the observation car was near impossible.

Skip ahead 10 years. Now I’m traveling with my wife (for our anniversary) so that almost guarantees that I won’t be hooking up with a hottie and making out in the observation car.

Thanks, Fate!