Last week, I was walking with my husband, and I found myself looking at some woman's ass in front of us. It was a perfect ass, and as I reminded myself not to stare by striking up a conversation with my husband, I saw that he was staring also.
Part of me thought of not confronting him, but that part of me did not win the internal argument.
Me: You are looking at her ass. [A completely harsh statement by me because I direct this at hubbie and use the word "ass" instead of "butt," signaling my displeasure.]
Hubbie: No I am not.
Me: Yes, I saw you looking at her ass. [This time I stress the "ass."]
Hubbie: I was just looking into space.
Okay, there are a few things that displeased me with the interaction: (1) I was not too truthful, since I was looking at her ass as well, but I just did not get caught. (2) Hubbie lied to me, but you know, it was his safest avenue to traverse. After all, I think he was sparing my feelings. (3) She was wearing leggings. I wore leggings in the 1980s! Leggings were a bad idea then, and I cannot imagine them making a comeback. Of course, how many people would have thought the New Orleans Saints would be 3-0 in this young football season?
But that interaction also brought up some thoughts about getting away with infidelities. I have not "gotten away with anything", so to speak, but I was thinking if I had – does it make it any better? Any kinder for hubbie? I know it makes it no better for me, but for hubbie? I am not sure. I know it would have spared his feelings, but it probably would not have strengthened our marriage.
And after all of this, what am I thinking about: no way do I want to buy leggings. I mean, I have done my penance already.
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