Excerpt from a conversation with a friend of T's for over a decade... who breaks out in a violent rash at the mere prospect of marriage.... (Paraphrased, just a bit, here and there...)
Him: [marriage bad]
Me: What about the guaranteed sex?
Him: Variety is the spice of life.
Me: Hey, it's not like I'm eating the same food all the time. It's just that every gourmet meal happens to be prepared by the same world-class chef...
Him: Hm. Interesting perspective. I'm making a concerted effort not to conjure the mental image that suggests.
Me: Ooooooh... it's sooo too late now. That image will be burned in your brain for eternity...
T. Totally nude except for one of those big white chef's hats.
Him: NOOOooooooooo!
...
This would be a prime example of one of the reasons my husband adores me so very much.... My ability to simultaneously amuse and nauseate his oldest and dearest friends.
You know, for those days when he just doesn't have the energy to do the honors himself.
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