Surrounded by the soft glow of candles, drinking a wonderful Zinfandel and feeling very romantic, I turn to my husband.
“What are you thinking about, Bob?”

“Kelly, I know you hope I’m thinking romantic thoughts. But men just aren’t that complicated. Sometimes we’re just thinking ‘My ass itches, maybe I should scratch it.’

“Really?”

“Don’t give us more depth than we deserve, Kelly.”

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