Ok, so here’s the scene: I’d been home from work for about 30 minutes having breakfast, checking email, twitter, blogs…the regular routine.

♀ stumbled out of our bedroom. The people upstairs had been noisy, her shoulder was achy, she hadn’t slept very long or very well.

That’s about when I saw the above caption and picture at AAG.  ♀ came over to give me a kiss and show me her boobies and I asked her if she agreed with AAG. She looked at it and said, “No!’ It didn’t come across like she was disgusted. It was more like, why would you even ask me such a thing?

 I wear panties every day (she tossed out all my men undies years ago).  I also have lots of other girlie clothes (including garters and stockings), but for some reason I haven’t been wearing them much at all lately.  So my train of thought was, if she’s that turned off by a young, fit, pretty boy pulling on stockings it’s just as well that I (a middle-aged guy with a shaved head and a Buddha belly) am not wearing such things anymore. And maybe she only just tolerated it when I wore such things in the past because she loves me and she’s secretly glad I’ve stopped and she hopes that it has stopped for good. And how do I feel about that? Do I love her even more for putting up with something she clearly hates or am I pissed because she’s been deceitful? It doesn’t matter because tomorrow when I get up I’m going to throw all my girly clothes into garbage bags and take them down to the Sally-Ann…

Even though she was still half asleep she could tell I was out of sorts, but I wouldn’t tell her what was wrong and we could both sense that we were getting off track. I finished on the computer and we had a shower together and even that didn’t help much. We were in bed and she was trying to get fresh with me and my little head was arguing with my big head. So finally I told her what was bugging me. I blurted out pretty much everything from the above paragraph and by the time I was done she was laughing so hard there were tears running out of her eyes.

It turns out in her sleepy state the picture hadn’t even registered. All that had sunk in was the caption “Hairy Leg + Stocking = So Fucking Hot. She doesn’t even like her legs to be stubbly and putting on stockings when they are stubbly feels nasty. The first few times I wore stockings (when I was with her) I wasn’t shaving my legs yet so she could feel the hair sticking through and she hated it. So it really had nothing to do with the pretty boy or me at all.

I’m an idiot and she’s a Goddess and life is good.

Cheers,

♀ & sss