As we walked into the room I casually glanced over to her. She radiated beauty and gleamed with happiness. I knew we were right where she wanted to be; for once I was right, her prince. As we walked in she lit up the room, she always does. She always gets that attention. I was proud to be with her. I know women look at her and think she has it all (style, beauty, and class) and men look at me and think I've got it all in her.
Yeah, that is not quite the image of Cinderella when the prince notices the beautiful girl from across the room. But when you are married you tend to become ONE singular image to the outside world. You are no longer known as Ryan or Shannon, you are the Beaumonts or really more often ******'s dad or mom. But if you are having a little soiree and need some witty banter about NASCAR and ribs sprinkled with dialogue on the best facial cremes used by the in-crowd and the coolest styles, gadgets, and reading lists in the New Yorker you'll want to invite the Beaumonts. I'll let you guess who among Ryan and Shannon is the authority on which subject! :)
Hey I'm into NASCAR and alternative fuels |
No not that couples dating, I'm not cool like some of those Hot-wifing sites. I'm just talking about the normal old Honeymooners type stuff. You know what I mean, the couples you enjoy spending time with. Really it ends up being just like high school, stressing out over what they think of you, are you right for them, do we measure up to a University professor and an Assistant District Attorney? Are you an introverted couple or an extroverted couple; alpha or beta?
Hey buddy get your hands off your wife |
Anyway, as I said this is about our third time doing this and the second time which is now about a year and a half ago I mentally thought out a post. So now here I am actually doing it.
I could be seen with them |
Cute but don't make me look bad |
So where does that leave you. Well back in the day after I had sized up every chick in the DZ and DDD house and turned my nose at everyone I finally settled in on the best looking one that could tolerate me for more than 5 minutes (which means the one that would screw me a second time). Well, as I said this is not about hot-wifing so in the end the ideal couple is the one who is available and that I can tolerate and who can tolerate me. See, same as in college.
Actually the song above is pretty special to me. I remember way back in 3rd grade I had a teacher, Mrs. C. She was very pretty; my first teacher crush. Thinking back I suspect she had pretty nice tits as well but back then a shy 10 year old boy could develop just a little crush over a sweet smile, long brunette hair, and a lovely voice. What made me enamored of her was that occasionally she would bring in her guitar and sing to us kiddies. "Happy Together" was one of the songs I remember her singing and she looked so lovely to my young eyes as she sang. Funny what I guy will remember. So this is for you Mrs. C, although I doubt you'd approve of the forum.
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