As time goes on in a marriage, you move from not being able to keep your hands off each other, to companionably holding hands across the table once you’re meal has finished, to this guy. It’s normal for the bright spark of early courtship to develop into something cooler but more sustainable.
It seems that in this guy’s marriage the new definition of “getting lucky” is tacos. Maybe they’re really good tacos, with an inventive salad, spicy salsa, and prime cuts of meat. Or maybe he just really loves tacos. Either way, as long as he’s happy we should just let him have his fun.