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wife answered it downstairs.
She came up a few moments later and said that we've been invited to a Valentine's Dance by another couple.
I looked at her, quizzically.
Me: Wut?
Her: Stop it. It's what I just said...
Me: A dance?
Her: (rolls eyes) Yes
Me: Where?
Her: At so and so Hall.
Me: You mean, they'll be...people there?
Her: Yes
Me: And I'll have to wear...clothes?
Her: You can wear the chick magnet. (the "chick magnet" is a beautiful custom tailored suit that I've not worn in awhile. It's probably turned into a pile of thread by now in the closet. My wife sarcastically calls the suit the "chick magnet" ).
Me: Fuck no, we're not going.
Her: Think about it. It'll be fun.
We'll almost certainly end up going.
Because I don't have a say in this.