Sweet Nothings
The Husband and I met up in the bank parking lot. Having gotten there first, I loitered for a bit waiting, then walked up to his driver's side window to chat when he pulled up.
He: Why don't you get in so we can have some not-so-public displays of affection?
Me: Sure. Then the people looking through the bank windows can whisper to each other that I'm a hooker... hanging around parking lots, getting in cars of strange men...
He: Nah. You're too pretty to be a hooker.
Aw. Don't he talk purty?
10 comments:
Awwwwww..... I like him.
Darin
Hehe. This made me smile!
Roses, I'm gonna have to remember that one...you've got a shrewd hubby!
H's tongue has no connection to his brain.... he once had to take a college placement test (he was in his 30s) in a room full of high school senior girls. Picked him up, he got in the car and blurted "I'd forgotten how pretty YOUNG girls are!"
I could see him literally trying to snatch the words back out of the air and stuff them in his mouth.
Thanks leeann, you just made me laugh soda out my nose...
A veritable Shakespeare yon hubby is!
aww, yup, he's a keeper...where did you get him at? I want one...(just kidding, I'm happier single)
seriously, its rare to find such quick witted men.
Awwwwww... So sweet!! :)
That's a man who knows how to complement.
Dave & had a similar conversation the other day but it was about some unsuspecting woman walking down the street. We decided she was. Mostly because she got ina van that drove up and then parked down the street for a whille.....Oakland, CA such a nice town.
Somehow I've never managed to use the word "hooker" in a sentence and had Joyce comment, "Aw. Don't he talk purty?"
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