When my friend, Denise, was seven months pregnant, she got picked up on in a donut shop. She told the guy she was married and pregnant.
His response was to say, "So, what that mean, you ain't got no phone number?"
I thought it was just an isolated incident.
Until today.
I was at the grocery store. I was traversing counterclockwise. I don't think anyone goes counterclockwise in that grocery store.
Anyway, as I was walking through the drink aisle, one of the workers stopped me and said, "Oooo, girl, you lookin' oh so fine."
Yeah, apparently my pregnancy jeans make me look that good.
When I came home, I told Husband about the incident - mostly because, to be perfectly honest, I was a little flattered.
He looked at me, squinted his eyes in a semi-pathetic kind of a gesture, and said, "Now baby, don't take this the wrong way, but was he....maybe a little special?"
4 comments:
Awwww, what a sweet guy!
Mean Nick!
Oh, welcome to the world of pervy prego-loving men. Something about being obviously fertile brings them out of the woodwork. :)
haha! I can't believe you remember that! You always crack me up, I seriously think you are my hero.
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