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I Needs My Shades
Yet another place I am not allowed to go. Actually, what works for me are mirrored shades. First, let's all just agree men are pigs, yes? So there I was, sitting on the beach reading a book next to my newly-minted, less-than-three-days-ago wife. I just happend to be at the top of the left page when a lady walks by in an... interesting... string bikini.
Immediately, out of the corner of my eye, I see Ellen's head SNAP rotate my direction, like a laser guided missile suddenly locking up. Her eyes narrowed and stared really hard.
Swear to God, all I could think of was "Don't move... don't move... it works on motion... it won't attack if you don't move..." Sure enough, she suddenly got this "Humpf!" face of triumph and went back to her reading.
And, you've now blown your cover. Bet she takes those glasses away from you!
Posted by: Da Goddess on October 19, 2002 11:27 PMROTFLMAOPIMP at the guided missile image.
Posted by: Pat on October 20, 2002 02:48 AMMy wife actually points them out to me. Once, early on in our relationship, she gave me a cryptic warning: "Go ahead & look, but never, ever, ever touch." That's it. I never plan to, but nothing's wrong with windowshopping, eh?
Posted by: Jim S on October 21, 2002 04:01 PMHeh. She doesn't sound very Italian to me. See, the solution you describe has no drama, no opera, and therefore is no good.
Want to know what it's like. Watch moonstruck. Cher is so much like my wife in that movie it's scary.
As my Mom use to say "Fear has an important place in a relationship" LOL. As you know your grandparents were married almost 60 years. My dad didn't dare look at another woman and he was as jealous at 70 as he was at 18.
Posted by: Pat on October 21, 2002 07:32 PM