Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Too sexy for my clothes.
I am applying mascara when my Beloved struts up behind me, preening in the mirror. He is about to leave for work. "This looks pretty good on me, don't ya think?" he asks. It was B's birthday a few days ago, and he is wearing new clothes he got from me and from his mom.
"It looks great."
"You don't think the shirt is too light to go with these pants?"
"No they go together well."
"Is the shirt O.K., it's a bit wrinkled?"
"Only a little on one arm, no one will notice," I assure him.
"The shirt is cool, I like this colour."
"Yes, it's a good colour on you Sweetie."
"I do look great, don't I?" B is clearly pleased with his dapper image.
"Yes dear. One thing though, you may want to do up your fly."
What would men do without us?
Today's dream travel destination: Wreck Beach, Vancouver, where clothes, and undone flies don't matter.