I wake up with a mouthful of pillow...
I think that's exactly right. Years back, when I saw a beautiful woman at the bar, I was often scared to death to try to talk to her. It was fear of rejection I guess, or that she'd already been hit on so many times that I couldn't hope to even get the time of day from her. Not any more, though. Uh-uh. Whenever I see a gorgeous woman in the bar, I stride right up to her and introduce myself. Then, invariably, she starts snoring loudly and I remember that I'm asleep and dreaming because I've been married for 18 years and I haven't been in a bar since around 1995 and I wake up with a mouthful of pillow.
I wake up with a mouthful of pillow...
So take the wife to a bar.
Tell her to go to the other side of the bar and you will walk up like a stranger and start flirting. Then take her back to your pad and......
yeah, spice it up a little...
"Everytime you see a gorgeous female by herself, just remember that somewhere, sometime, somehow, some guy didn't want her for some reason.."
"Those weren't PILLOWS!"
You know when I was in high school I spent many weekends alone. Now I don't think I'm that great, but I guess I'm kind of cute. One guy who always had the guts to talk to me and was around me for the longest time was my best friend's ex-boyfriend. One day we were talking and I told him of my problem. He said, "Well, the reason is because guys are intimidated by you. They're scared to talk to you." I always remembered that because it was the last conversation we ever had, but also because it was so funny to me.