Nope? I don't want to wash his dirty socks; or clean his bathroom. I don't want to listen to him snore while he farts on my leg. I don't want to know if he picks his nose in traffic or if he wipes sufficiently. And I don't care if his children vote him father of the year. I don't want his pubic hair on my soap in the shower. I don't want to know what the hell he picks out of his belly button. I want him for a moment, an hour, to let me go crazy over him. Let his wife do the rest.
Confession posted on 12/28/2001