My husband is a silver tongued devil.

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It’s the truth.

The other day, I was sitting at our kitchen table with a girlfriend, drinking wine and laughing. My friend has been working-out on a regular basis for months now. My husband walked in, noticed how good she was looking and said “Hey! You are really looking a lot better!!!” My friend and I looked at each other, and burst out laughing. Having realized that his compliment may have missed it’s mark, he tried to fix it with “No really, you look so much better than you used to! A lot!.” My friend, being the well grounded girl that she is laughed, and gave him a hug and thanked him.

As we laughed about his smoothness, I told my friend that this was not an unusual blunder for my boy. I explained to her that just he other day I had been lamenting to him the fact that women and men age so much differently. The fact that it seems to be so much more acceptable for men to age than for women. Men get pot bellies, wrinkles, and gray hair – and it’s OK – they are even still considered sexy. Women get soft in the middle, crows feet and a few gray hairs and they are no longer attractive – they’re just old.

In my “feel sorry for me” lament, I told my husband that I was “sick and tired of looking in the mirror every day and seeing my ugly OLD face.”

This was a serious pity party I was having. This was when I needed my boy to say something like “I think you’re beautiful.” Or maybe, “You look just like you did the day I met you,” or something equally as comforting. What did the man I married (meaning – I agreed to be bound to him for THE REST OF MY LIFE) say to me when I told him about my ugly OLD face?? He gently took my hand into his and said “Well… there isn’t a whole lot you can do about that!”

And when my jaw dropped to my chest and I looked at him in complete shock, he got that funny look on his face – you know, the one you get when you realize that you’ve just actually spoken your thoughts rather than just thought them? – knowing that he had said the wrong thing, but not actually knowing what was wrong about it, my husband of of 12 years said to me “Errrr….. Hey, come on! Don’t be that way. I’m getting your teeth fixed aren’t I??”

Makes me hot with desire just to write about it.

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