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Suleiman -> RE: Ten Things You'll never hear a man say (11/4/2004 4:26:48 PM)
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As to mercnbeth's rebuttal, while the subject(s) have not really come up, I can say the missus has reacted thusly:
#10 she's fine with sports. I'm the one who gets bored and has to go fix dinner.
#9 if she's worried about the size of her breasts at all, it is that they are too large. She worries a lot about whether she's healthy, because her mom died of breast cancer.
#8 nope. She drools at all three. I'll happily drool ar banderas, but pitt really dosen't interest me, and cruise looks too much like my brother.
#7 we're both pretty egalitarian about this sort of thing. Somebody should be at someone's feet. She's happy that I'm a homemaker because she can't do it, but somebody should stay home and fix dinner.
#6 she's not a breeder, so this will never come up, but I don't play golf. She HAS, however, willingly taken over some household responsibility so that I could enjoy a rousing D&D game, which is a bit of a sacrafice for her, since she usually slings dice with me. However, usually I'm the one who stays home so that she can go out and have a nice day of orc slaughtering.
#5 morning, noon, night... her libido knows few bounds. Dear gawd I am a lucky man!
#4 kind of a moot point, since I can't drive, so i can't take the car to the carwash. I sometimes sneak out late at night and give her camero a suds-and-wrinse as a surprise for when she wakes up, though...
#3 she hates shopping. Neither of us will go shopping for anything until we damn well have to because we can't keep patching the holes in the stuff we've got. We go shopping together to give each other moral support while walking among the mall zombies.
#2 I don't allow my wife in the kitchen. I really have no idea whether she can cook at all, although if she once could, after ten years of neglect I'd have to say her skills are pretty rusty. Gourmet meal? that's my department!
#1 really depends on the "it" I suppose. We're both pretty chatty, even in bed. You know you're pretty relaxed with somebody when you have a pinky-and-the-brain style nonsequitur pop into your head during coitus, they ask you waht the funny look is all about, you tell them, you both start laughing, and sex is completely forgotten about for the moment as you both dissolve into a big puddle of giggles. Orgasm I can get from my own hand, but somebody I can trust and confide in is gold.
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