Thursday, February 21, 2008

I Wore Boots on My Wedding Night, Did You Wear a Black Nighty?


Eons ago, I met a newly married young couple who related a true story to me, even though I was a stranger to them.

The young couple had been married for two weeks and were on their honeymoon, but the young bride spent the whole one hour I was with them trying to convince me that there was no hanky panky in their relationship todate. She was as pure as the white snow, due to her wily safeguarding techniques, short of wearing a chastity belt.

She did not take into consideration the fact that her husband was too much of a gentleman, too kind, too gentle and maybe just plain scared, to demand his conjugal rights. This is her story.

On the wedding night, she changed from all of her bridal finery into three or four pairs of tights, ski pants, trousers, a couple of shirts on top, an anorak, a trench coat, gloves, socks and boots. The only uncovered part of her body was chin upwards.

She could have worn a detective hat but thought the better of it.

The wedding night wore on and on and the boots never came off. But once again, we can call this a success story, and ask, who wins, who loses, because two children were born in wedlock. The marriage was dull, unsuccessful...but the prodginy a success. Who won, who lost?

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