Flannels are fine. People like to be warm. My wife used to say "Eeek! Your hands are cold!"; for years I heard that, and then she started demo-ing with her hands, and I stated trying to warm mine up.
However, I think you're pulling our legs:
>>>>I haven't seen a Victoria's Secret catalog in years. My wife is more into flannel long johns.<<<<
C'mon.Wives are just the thin pretext by which one gets their hands on "the stuff." If she wants some of it, hey neat; "bonus." The idea is just to get on the mailing list, and let the postal service do the job it does so well. Santa's job, really ~ bringing joy.
It's like:
~ telling your girlfriend you don't mind going to church when you find out Susan Sarandon is going;
~ teaching college;
~ going through register six;
~ paying the water bill in person;
~ getting coffee at seven on Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday;
~ not caring Dr ______'s nurse thinks you have your own Munchausen Syndrome;
~ two dollars is not that much to have Carol write up that meter ticket;
~ damn that's a good looking mannequin I like this store honey;
~ yah, SUNW's CEO is interesting, but when Lesley Stahl smiles my shoulders get cold and fuzzy;
~ the cheerleaders walk home past the lumberyard at three o five;
~ screw the drive-up window;
~ delicious yum-yum; I'll have another one please;
~ they say these guys have the loosest slots, honey;
~ "She needs someone's help to fix that."
You know. Add thin pretexts at two a day for 60 years and you get your fat pig male.
PS ~ I'm not saying "they" are all like that. No. Uh-uh.
Myself, I'm too nervous to think ahead. |
