"Where ya been?" I asked Husband when he walked in the door a few minutes before 12 last night. I knew he had a business dinner, but usually they don't last until midnight. (Although to be honest, I barely noticed what time it was because I was hustling to finish editing my book proof before Friday, and due to extremely poor time management, am mad behind schedule.)
"After the dinner, most of us went to a bar," he replied, leaning over to kiss me.
"A bar, huh? Was it in a strip club?" I inquired, joking. On the extremely rare occasion when he had to go to a strip club with colleagues, he left almost immediately. If they really went to a strip club, he'd have been home by 10:00. Plus, he wouldn't hide that he did. Instead, he'd discuss the club's profit margins. This is why I adore him.
"No! We did not go to a strip club!" Husband said indignantly as he headed to the bedroom to change. A few minutes later, he re-emerged in the dining room, where I was still sprawled out with the book and my laptop. "You coming to bed soon?"
I stopped what I was writing and looked him up and down. "Come here," I said and pulled him toward me. From my sitting position, my head was exactly at crotch level. Before he knew what was coming, I took a deep whiff. "Nope. Doesn't smell like a lap dance."
He swatted at my head. "Back off!" Then we laughed, and I packed my things up for the night.
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see how great dialogue is in your posts?
ReplyDeletefunny!
(and what are you doing wasting your time playing scrabulous when you should be proofing?)
Dane Cook has a bit about the sniff test. We as women would be able to smell the presence of another woman, and we would also be able to sniff out the soap he used to try and hide it.
ReplyDeleteThere is no hiding from the sniff test!
As you were telling me this story on the phone the other night, before you even got to the crotch-sniffing part, I was totally going to ask if you sniffed for skank:)
ReplyDelete-Steph