Rayleigh Weir
Not just a roundabout⭐⭐🦐
Had a bit of a strange moment over the Christmas period, that I'm hoping you folks can help me with. The wife had decided that she wanted to watch Sex and the City 2 which I'm sure I don't need to tell you was not really my bag (being neither female or gay).
Rather than disappear off to another room to do something more interesting, I fired up the laptop - figuring I might earn some brownie points for at least staying on the sofa with her. The wife had already seen the film when it first came out, but wanted to watch the blu-ray that she got for Christmas, so I obviously then got a fascinating running commentary of what was about to happen.
Now, this is the bit that I'm not sure about - at one point there was a young Irish au pair (with the emphasis on pair) - she had a generous rack and no bra under her jumper and was prancing around to the amusement of all mankind. As she was doing this the film played a little Irish jig soundtrack. My wife turned to me and said "they play that little tune every time she does that". I thought nothing of it at the time, but sure enough the next time I heard the Irish jig I looked up from my laptop to check it out, and the missus was looking right at me.
So, did I blunder into a carefully laid man-trap, or have I just been married too long and grown suspicious?
Also, what other fiendish little man-traps have you either deftly avoided or blundered manfully into?
Rather than disappear off to another room to do something more interesting, I fired up the laptop - figuring I might earn some brownie points for at least staying on the sofa with her. The wife had already seen the film when it first came out, but wanted to watch the blu-ray that she got for Christmas, so I obviously then got a fascinating running commentary of what was about to happen.
Now, this is the bit that I'm not sure about - at one point there was a young Irish au pair (with the emphasis on pair) - she had a generous rack and no bra under her jumper and was prancing around to the amusement of all mankind. As she was doing this the film played a little Irish jig soundtrack. My wife turned to me and said "they play that little tune every time she does that". I thought nothing of it at the time, but sure enough the next time I heard the Irish jig I looked up from my laptop to check it out, and the missus was looking right at me.
So, did I blunder into a carefully laid man-trap, or have I just been married too long and grown suspicious?
Also, what other fiendish little man-traps have you either deftly avoided or blundered manfully into?
