Tuesday, September 27, 2011
"That's my shirt!"
"So... I like it."
"Come on - you're gonna stretch boob marks in it!"
"No I'm not...look...I like it. It's like you're my boyfriend and I'm wearing your clothes. Don't you want to be my boyfriend?"
He's trying hard to maintain his irritation and deny the obvious sex appeal of me in his t-shirt.
"Hon, come on!" But he's smiling.
"Come on, boyfriend...don't you like it? I'll let you borrow my pink shirt."
And what choice does he have but to let me win?