Come Sunday

“Whatchya doin’?”

“Watching the Superbowl!”

“You warned me when we met that you would always be the butch one, and you’ve never proved me wrong.”

“It is really excellent, close game so far!”

“Who are you rooting for?”

“I love rhetorical questions.”

“No seriously, I have no idea who is playing.”

“Philadelphia and New England”

“Ah, well, then I guess you are rooting for Philly.”

“That would be correct!”

“So should I root for New England just to make sure the testosterone is even in the house tonight?”

“So how about a wager?”

“A wager?”

“Sure, if you leave me alone and let me watch football and Philadelphia wins, you get a blowjob. But if New England wins, you get a blowjob. How about that?”

“Don’t think I don’t see what you are doing here.”

“You married me because I’m butch, not because I’m subtle.”

*smooch*

“Enjoy the game!”