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45: Roving Eye

Roving Eye To avoid mistakes and regrets,always consult your wife before engaging in a flirtation. ~E.W. Howe The first time it happens, we’ve only been married a couple of months and we’re driving to the beach. Everything is going splendidly. We’re chatting about this and that, the meeting he had the other day, the new book I’m reading, whether or not we’ll stop for ice cream later. And then, just like that, the conversation comes to an abrupt halt. His head swivels toward the open window, his eyes riveted on some passing distraction. Despite the new bride beside him, he lets out a long, low whistle. I take a deep breath as I scan the sidewalk for the object of his attention. Is she a blonde? A redhead, perhaps? Sleek and sophisticated? Wild and crazy? But all I see are two men in business suits talking on their cell phones and a guy in a muscle shirt with tattoos up and down his arms. “Sweet,” my husband says. That’s when I catch a glimpse of her. She’s sleek, all right. It’s hard not to notice how he looks with longing at the bold curve of her front, the subtle tilt of her rear. Her long nose goes with her lean body. She is classy. She is polished. She is… a roadster. It has taken me a while to grow... (more)
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46: Pantless in Puerto Rico

Pantless in Puerto Rico If a friend is in trouble, don’t annoy him by askingif there is anything you can do. Think up something appropriate and do it. ~Edgar Watson Howe We were nearing the end of our Caribbean cruise. My wife Carol and I were aboard the MS Windward, escaping the wrath of winter in Canada. We had spent the last seven days celebrating our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, along with our friends Jim and Meada Hunter, also celebrating their twenty-fifth. It had been a wonderful experience, from the accommodations to the dining and shows; shipboard life was luxurious and we had a terrific time touring the islands and sunning on the beautiful sand beaches of the West Indies. But now it was time to return to reality… or so I thought. Our ship would be docking in San Juan, Puerto Rico, in the early hours of the morning. Every one of the 1,300 passengers on board would have to clear U.S. Immigration before being allowed to disembark for the airport to catch their flights home. This sounds like a simple process, but in fact, it is a very complicated operation that involves careful planning and coordination by the ship’s crew and the full cooperation of the passengers — 1,300 passengers generate about 5,000 pieces of luggage. Somehow, it must all... (more)
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47: Put On Something Else

Put On Something Else Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society. ~Mark Twain “You gonna wear that?” is the question I have asked my husband many times over the span of our marriage. After twenty-two years of marriage I find it amazing that the man thinks a pair of clean underwear and a new tie meet the business casual dress code requirements. Once again the other night, getting ready for an evening out I looked at him and asked, “Are you gonna wear that jacket?” “I was planning on it. Why? What’s wrong with my jacket? You told me you like this jacket.” “Yes, I told you I like the jacket back in 1980 when I met you. Now it’s old, worn, faded and small on you; besides I thought we got rid of it — where did you find it?” “I found it on the floor of my closet. I forgot it was there until today when I decided to clean out my closet rather than listen to your constant nagging one more minute.” “I only nagged you to pick up your underwear since you ran out and the pile on the floor was obstructing the television. It was a choice of doing laundry or running to the store to buy new underwear.” “Oh, that reminds me, next time you go to the store pick me up some... (more)
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48: A Weekend of Freedom

A Weekend of Freedom The reason women don’t play football is becauseeleven of them would never wear the same outfit in public. ~Phyllis Diller I’m not showering this weekend. I’m not shaving, either. I’m not doing a lot of things. My wife has gone to visit her parents, so I’m going to park myself in the recliner and watch football. I’m not talking about one little game here, either. I’m talking an entire weekend of gridiron action. I’m talking forty-eight hours sprawled out in the La-Z Boy, armed only with a remote, snacks, and a cooler full of beer. I’ve got two full days to myself, and I’m going to make the most of it. Yes, it’s time for a husband with floors to vacuum and windows to wash to cast all of that aside and tune into football. The next forty-eight hours will either be spent watching a game, recovering from a game, or preparing for the next game. I plan to stay in an adrenaline-laden state of bliss the entire time. I’ll eat what I want when I want, and wear the smell of body odor like other men wear cologne. My selfishness will be breathtaking. My wife doesn’t like football. Actually, she hates it. She and football mix like nitroglycerine and band camp. Whenever I ask her to watch a game... (more)