Tuesday, February 05, 2008

The Sensitive Man

I've had two pajama days in a row. Yup - I haven't been feeling like my ol' chipper self. Sore throat, stuffy head, snotty nose and overall malaise. Icky.
Needless to say, I don't have much to say blog-wise so I thought I'd share this funny little tale, sent to me by my friend Donna from Bermuda *waving to Donna* I'm pretty much guaranteed to get a daily smile or laugh from her! Enjoy....

The Sensitive Man

A woman meets a man in a bar. They talk; they connect; they endup leaving together.
They get back to his place, and as he shows her around his apartment. She notices that one wall of his bedroom is completely filled with soft, sweet, cuddly teddy bears.
There are three shelves in the bedroom, with hundreds and hundreds of cute, cuddly teddy bears carefully placed in rows, covering the entire wall! It was obvious that he had taken quite some time to lovingly arrange them and she was immediately touched by the amount of thought he had put into organizing the display.
There were small bears all along the bottom shelf, medium-sized bears covering thelength of the middle shelf, and huge, enormous bears running all the way along the top shelf.
She found it strange for an obviously masculine guy to have such a large collection of Teddy Bears. She is quite impressed by his sensitive side, but doesn't mention this to him.
They share a bottle of wine and continue talking and, after awhile, she finds herselfthinking, 'Oh my God! Maybe, this guy could be the one! Maybe he could be the future father of my children?'
She turns to him and kisses him lightly on the lips.
He responds warmly. They continue to kiss, the passion builds, and he romantically lifts her in his arms and carries her into his bedroom where they rip off each other's clothes and make hot, steamy love. She is so overwhelmed that she responds with more passion,
more creativity, more heat than she has ever known. After an intense, explosive nightof raw passion with this sensitive guy, they are lying there together in the afterglow. The woman rolls over, gently strokes his chest and asks coyly,
“Well,how was it?”
The guy gently smiles at her, strokes her cheek, looks deeply into her eyes, and says:
“Help yourself to any prize from the middle shelf.”


Leah Braemel said...

LOL - even got a laugh from Gizmo Guy on that one.

(Hope you feel better soon - you're the second person I've talked to who is feeling icky. I'd say it was something going around, but they're in a different country.)

Vicky said...

Too funny!

Hope you get better soon Wylie - I want to see you on Saturday! :D

Wylie Kinson said...

Wild horses won't keep my away Vicky! It's my once-a-month SANE day ;)