Last night, Hubby and I were lying in bed watching TV. His hand was on my leg, gently caressing and squeezing. (Honestly, the way this man still digs me after 24 years is the sweetest thing : )
The leg thing went on and on--all very tender and slow. Finally I said, "You know, the way you're doing that, it's almost like you're judging livestock at the county fair." He was impressed. But undaunted.
"I have a question," I announced. He braced himself. "If pig meat is called pork, and cow meat is called beef, what do you think human meat would be called?"
His hand stopped. His arm moved. He rolled over.
I'll take 'Not Conducive To Romance' for $200, Alex!