OK, we have a little damage control here, no biggie.
First, you have Confessed. So, that part is over. Now, the damage control. The cover story is easy. You simply don't really want your boy to leave home. It was a terrible mistake, etc. etc.
The Men will understand this lie, because it makes sense to them, they have rather simple nervous systems when it comes to this stuff.
Next step: let them fix it. This is the "No, I don't type" handling. (I type, but noboby knows, because any time someone asks me, it's because they don't and want me to type for them.)
Next, Do Something Nice to make up for it. Like roast beef and Chardonnay. And invite your Personal Problem Handler over.
BAWK! |
