May 24th, 2006
|11:33 am - With great power comes great responsibility|
The other week, talking to mrsjtn, she told me how one of her favorite things about my husband is the way that a glimpse of cleavage can derail his conversation completely. (And my husband is quite the little talker, let me tell you.)
So this morning, we're having a conversation (such as it is, as he's mostly asleep, but even asleep, my darlin' can chat.) I lean over him slightly and he just stops dead mid-sentence.
I prompt him to continue his sentence but instead he says, "My, that top is low cut. I hope you're not planning on leaning over anyone at work."
I'm not, but the mere thought that I could and bring conversation to a screeching halt is comforting in an odd way. And the idea that I can still render hoppie speechless after all this time is positively intoxicating.
Current Mood: cheerful
Behold, the Power of Cleavage!
Cleavage is a wonderful thing! (Being the shameless hoyden that I am, I often use mine against similarly weak-willed males...it's one of life's little pleasures. =D )
|Date:||May 24th, 2006 06:12 pm (UTC)|| |
*giggle* I'm very very happy for you :) I miss that little rush of power. Maybe all the men I know out here are just better at hiding it..jtn never seems to notice. :(
Makes me wonder though..how can it not lose its impact after a while? But then I'm looking around this room..and I'm still struck by Van Gogh's use of color in many of the prints I have..so maybe it's the same thing?
Well, with me, I'll be taking something for granted for awhile and then suddenly, I'll just appreciate it all over again. Ebbs and tides, I figure. And I don't often wear tops that are loose fitting and/or low cut, so it's still a rare and exciting thing, I guess.
When I lived in San Jose, it was common for a local group of geeks to get together to eat dinner. One night, the "baposse" was dining at the Peppermill restaurant in Santa Clara. We were engaged in lively conversation until one of the waitresses walked by, at which point every single head at our table turned to gawk -- all conversation stopped. The waitress turned toward us, smiled, and then gave us an indication that our gawking was too obvious. :)
|Date:||May 24th, 2006 09:01 pm (UTC)|| |
I've made whole groups of ppl stop conversation to gawk..but it's usually for some stupid thing I've said. :)
|Date:||May 24th, 2006 10:55 pm (UTC)|| |
I just noticed that mrsjtn
lives in Bloomington.You
never lived in Bloomington.
I, however, was born there and lived my first 25 years among its friendly potholes and illogical one-way streets...
I'm sure you don't want to know this, but I've ended more than one bickering session by pulling my shirt up (as long as no one is looking).