The morning began with a hug and a cuddle.
As we parted, I slapped her arse, just for a bit of fun.
I’m only half fat she said.
Darnin’, you’re not fat, you’re big boned - That’s how I replied.
And do you know what’s remarkable dear reader?
I was shocked when she sent the broom harpooning down the stairs at my head in a full on ‘Reverse Ahab’.
Gentlemen, whenever a lady makes a comment about the size of her body, it is ALWAYS a trap.
There is no correct answer.
But?
I tend to go for affirming of whatever any lady says about her size.
Most times?
I get it wrong.
But that’s really what they want - an excuse for righteous indignation.
So,
In reality?
The wrong answer typically has the correct result.
Just don’t take the outrage seriously.
It’s performative and ultimately hilarious.
Stay foolish you fiends.