Drawing a (good) blank

Last night, I wrote my wife the message below. For better or worse, I'm pretty frank, and disclosure like this could go either way. No response yet.

After we spoke this evening, I went through a little exercise: I racked my brain, thought through old flames, reviewed all my email addresses and Facebook friends, and I can't come up with any woman I know, married or single, work colleague / close friend / casual acquaintance / random college jogger on [the main street near our house], to whom I'd rather be married than you.

There are women whose talents I admire, whose financial attitudes are pretty closely aligned with mine, who are focused on physical fitness, whose wit amuses me, whose political views resonate with my own, who are well-traveled cosmopolitan polyglots and can tell a Cézanne from a Degas from a Renoir from a Monet from a Manet, and, of course, there's no lack of women (married or single, work colleague / close friend / casual acquaintance / random college jogger on [the main street near our house]) to whom I'm attracted physically. But I can't think of any of them I'd rather be married to than you. (And at the times when I don't want to be with you, it's not because I want to be with any of them.)

Anyway, I'd never gone through that particular thought process of elimination. Fun.