The wife and I have always had this agreement. Should Esther Williams circa 1937 or Catherine Zeta-Jones, or Elizabeth Montgomery circa 1967 show up at the house exclaiming their need and desire to be with me, the wife will give her hearty consent. Likewise she can have a George Clooney or Thomas Rhett or whomever strikes her fancy these days.
Sorry Catherine Zeta-Jones, but you are out, off the list. Esther, go jump n a lake. Samantha, make yourself disappear. You have all been replaced with my current Hallmark girlfriend:
Lacey Chabert has taken over the number one slot among fantasy celebrity girlfriends.
Running a close second is Autumn Reeser because why not?