Driving along in the car I feel someone watching me. Intensely. Staring without interruption or discretion. I can’t stand it anymore. Luckily the person making me uncomfortable in the passenger seat is my spouse. I've lost me patience…
Me: What is it? Why are you staring at me?
Ben: Umm. Did you get a new bra?
Me: (confused) Yeah, why?
Ben: Well... they look smaller.
Me: Really? That's awesome.
Ben: WHAT? Not awesome. I don’t like it. Get rid of it.
Me: No way, I bought like three.
Ben: NOOOOOOO…Why would you do that?
I guess men sometimes pick up on details. Maybe not the most obvious to me or what I wish were noticed. At least I’m not entirely invisible.
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