I immediately thought to myself, "there's no way they're married, at least not to each other!"
Yeah I know, pessimistic of me, but most married people I know don't hang out at a bar on a Monday night swigging down wine and making out. As much as my husband would love to do that, it just doesn't happen.
Anyway, I was really intrigued by the whole show. She was biting his ear, rubbing her butt against his crotch, laughing really loud at everything he said and throwing her head back like she was in ecstasy whenever he amused her.
Suddenly I realized, my poor husband, I should give him some attention.
So I slid over in the booth and practically sat in his lap, I bit his ear and kissed his neck. I was trying to be funny, but guess what? He loved every minute of it!
Luckily we were far from home and no one knew us! God forbid one of my daughter's teachers or a friend of my parents saw out little display, they would have been completely flipped out.
Thankfully our meals arrived quickly so I could scoot back over to my side of the booth and regain my dignity. As much as I love my husband, I'm just not into having sex with him in the middle of a crowded restaurant. (Sorry honey!)
As we left the restaurant I caught the man's eye as he stuck his tongue in his mistress's ear and gave him a little thumbs up. (A real one, not the kind I got from the Reckless Worshipper.)
I don't know what is getting into me lately. Pray for me. One of these days I might mess with the wrong person, and then I'll be blogging with a black eye and broken fingers. This is Jersey after all, and paybacks are a bitch.