Owen Bawn
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I'll demonstrate, and you guys can perhaps share your tiptoe through the minefield stories:
The other night we're clicking around the TV and we see Selma Hayek, so my wife asks if I think she's hot. I say I dunno, and I make a comment about how slobs like Jim Belushi and Kevin James get women like that in the movies but in real life such a thing wouldn't happen. My wife then says "Of all the actresses in Hollywood, which one do you think is hottest... you know, which one would you like to... you know..."
I ain't stupid. I say I don't think about crap like that. She continues to push. I continue to stonewall.
Finally I realize this isn't going to stop so I say, 'OK. Rachel Griffiths.'
"Rachel Griffiths," she says. "Why her?"
"I dunno," I say. "I guess it's because she looks normal, she acts normal, she's still married to her first husband, and I heard she still goes to Mass every Sunday."
My wife is frustrated because she knows deep inside that she's been bested. As she walks out to the kitchen with our ice cream bowls she shakes her head and says "I was asking who you'd like to boink, not who you'd like to marry."
I made it through that minefield. Thanks, Rachel.
The other night we're clicking around the TV and we see Selma Hayek, so my wife asks if I think she's hot. I say I dunno, and I make a comment about how slobs like Jim Belushi and Kevin James get women like that in the movies but in real life such a thing wouldn't happen. My wife then says "Of all the actresses in Hollywood, which one do you think is hottest... you know, which one would you like to... you know..."
I ain't stupid. I say I don't think about crap like that. She continues to push. I continue to stonewall.
Finally I realize this isn't going to stop so I say, 'OK. Rachel Griffiths.'
"Rachel Griffiths," she says. "Why her?"
"I dunno," I say. "I guess it's because she looks normal, she acts normal, she's still married to her first husband, and I heard she still goes to Mass every Sunday."
My wife is frustrated because she knows deep inside that she's been bested. As she walks out to the kitchen with our ice cream bowls she shakes her head and says "I was asking who you'd like to boink, not who you'd like to marry."
I made it through that minefield. Thanks, Rachel.