A slow day...

And I just don't have a whole lot to talk about. SO, let's do something sorta dangerous...

There is a woman I have had my eye on for a while--dark blonde, about 5 and a half feet tall, blue eyes, high cheekbones, nicely padded, and judging by the hardware on her left ring finger...very married.

She works here in town not far from where I do. The other day I was out walking to lunch and saw her walking up the street toward me, and I must confess that I had some very naughty thoughts about her, and I think she caught on, because she gave me that look that women give you when they know you're thinking very naughty thoughts about them. ::blush::

Now then--if you were me, and you wanted to get this woman, say...a gift of some sort. And let's say that you and she had been married, ohhh, about twelve years on Saturday. And the traditional gifts are silk/linen, and the modern ones are pearl. And let's just say that this woman thinks that you are a quite a romantic rake, and let's say that over the years you have set a rather high standard for yourself when it comes to gifts. Gifts which, on certain past occasions, have caused this woman to act in a somewhat randy fashion toward you. And finally, you know that this woman has never read a single thing you ever posted on your blog, so whatever musings you muse won't be discovered by her (at least until it's too late).

WHAT THEN, old chap (or chapette, as the case may be), would you get for such a woman as a gift?
posted by Terry at 11:53:00 AM