Saturday, August 25, 2007
We went to the supermarket this evening. On our way out, we passed a young woman in a most striking dress, thin black fabric with only the tiniest strips covering her nipples, and also exceedingly short. Stiletto heels. I stared for a moment, and then remembered that it was rude. As we exited the store, the man behind us said, loudly, "Halloween
Flip professed not to have seen her. I professed not to believe him.
"If you didn't see her, you shouldn't be driving. Give me the keys."
He waffled. Maybe he really did see her. Or maybe he didn't. He seemed to be testing the waters.
I am not insecure. I was worried about his eyesight.
He insisted he had no idea what the other man and I were laughing about.
"You have a very good husband," the man told me as he got into his car.
"It's okay for you to look at other women," I said. "It's not even a male DNA thing. I noticed her, and I'm not attracted to women." He asked me to describe her. I'm sure I got every detail right. Any woman could do the same.
"Nope, I didn't see her," he said. "You're the only woman I ever look at."
I need to schedule him for an eye exam as soon as I clean up all the bovine excrement around here.