Work - a fine dining restaurant. She was a hostess, I was a waiter. She was a cutie, and somewhat quiet…not one of the “party girls”, so I was interested. She wasn’t.
Now somehow, I came to hear some psycobabble on some talk show talking about fostering the “nurture instincts” in a woman in order to get her interested in you. So I decided to lay a specific and detailed trap for my unsuspecting victim, eh, wife.
Now if a waiter had a button off of the tux or shirt, the hostess had a sowing kit and would stitch it back on. And everytime we were working the same shift, I’d secretly pop a button off of my shirt and have her sow it back on … did this every time we worked together for about a month straight. She had no choice but to fall madly in love with me.
That’s my story - and in all fairness to my wife, I must say that to this day she doesn’t believe it, and denies sowing buttons on my shirts more than once or twice. But I say it worked well…heheheheheheeh.
DustinsDad