Boy, talk about a "golden oldie" thread!
My first experience with the reaction of women, other than my wife who did and does hate it, was just a few days after sly on a flight to the west coast. The flight had settled down, the drinks and pretzels, or whatever had been handed out. Our seats were aisle and center opposite the galley. Wifey was snoozing, a talent I wish I had on planes. One of the stewardess's, Jennifer [Yup, she gave me her name!] struck up a little conversation with me. After a few minutes the remembrances of things past woke within me that she was trying to make more of this than small talk. I started doing everything to hide the left hand and wedding band
. Things going great for a few great minutes until "She Who Must Be Obeyed" awoke and gave Jennifer the look from Hell, and a look of total disgust at me--loved it, absolutely loved it. From that moment high in the sky, I knew that the ladies like their men sly--I didn't start that sentence to sound like that
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