There once was a man who was married to an amazing woman. He was happy with her. He had chosen her. He thought she was great. They had been together a while, and others even envied their relationship. He had nothing to complain about; he had it good. He knew that.

Yet… yet… he occasionally thought about a woman on a billboard that he used to pass on the street. She had represented his ideal, the sort of woman he’d imagined — when younger — that he would have ended up with. What would life have been like with her?

One day he and his wife were packing up belongings to move. She was sorting through a lot of photos and had them strewn out on the floor. As he passed through the room, he stopped abruptly, seeing the same photo as he had long admired on the billboard with the dream woman.

He gingerly asked, so as not to offend his wife, “Who’s that? Why do you have that?”

To which she replied, “Oh that’s an old modeling photo of mine. It’s something I did when I was younger. You never saw it?”

He had seen her; but then again, he hadn’t really.