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Jay2
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Your marriage is so great and happy that you need to look at other women in various of undress…huh? Yeah that makes sense. My gosh Jay after 19 years of marriage you’d think you’d respect your wife’s dignity a little more.
Did I say anywhere that I went into or willingly tagged along to one of these places?? NOI’m very surprised that you find the need to mention this here? Not something I would boast about!
Good Lord Man! This is NOTHING to be proud of! And It does not make your wife ‘woman of the year’ because she’s ok with it!
Sorry, but most women who love God and respected themselves would be HORRIFIED if their husbands went to places like this!
I know MY husband would NEVER consider a place like this and if he did, well… lets say, it would be a LONG time before I considered talking to him again!
Did I say anywhere that I WOULD go??? NO
Did I say that I “needed” to see other women?? NO
(Please don’t try & read into my relationship, or make assumptions/judgements about my level of respect for my wife.)
I was not “boasting”, just stating that IF the situation arose that IF I was “out with the guys” and via carpooling/taxi we wound up at a place like this, I wouldn’t have to fear bodily harm or banishment to the couch for a month just by being in the proximity of a strip-club, or guys that may like going into one.
(This is why my wife is considered “cool” with the other guys on the crew)
She KNOWS that if I was driving, or asked to meet there I would either say “Find another driver, or find another place”… as a rider I’d not go in, and either call a cab, or stop into a different pub with the 2 or 3 of the other “married old-farts” and still be home early or in time for dinner.
Thank You! Can I assume you say it’s OK because he doesn’t abuse the privilege, and you trust him?It’s not that DH is inconsiderate of me. He calls me, too. It’s just that I almost always say, “Of course you can do that.” (We’re talking about when the guys want to go see a movie - no Hooters involved. ) He doesn’t ask very often.
Just two weeks ago we had a guy leave the shop. On his last day I was working with him and one other guy. The “other” guy suggested we (3 of us) go out for a good burger. After lunch he picked up the tab for the three of us…!
Total shock… why - because he is “whupped” - admits it, and everyone knows it.
And to prove it, later that afternoon (at precisely 2:15pm, afternoon coffee time, as usual) off goes his phone. His wife calling in and checking up on him. After all the “Yes, dears”, he told her that it was “Fred’s last day, and he bought lunch for him, me and himself at the burger joint… about $25 dear.”
I thought the cell phone would melt! She was hollering SO LOUD that we could hear it across the table. Watching this guy get verbally assaulted was embarrassing… for us!
Buying a guy lunch on his last day, then getting clobbered in public and going back to work with tail between the legs is whupped.
The occasional “Hon, the guys are going to stop after work and have a beer… is it OK???”… and getting “ABSOLUTELY NOT, I know what you/those guys do - I want you HOME on time!” is whupped.
Having your phone go off everyday at a precise time, and having your daily demands downloaded to you… is whupped.
Being fitted for a ring in your nose, instead of around your finger… is whupped.