Her Side of the  Story:

He was in an odd mood Sunday night. We planned to meet at  a bar for a drink. I spent the afternoon shopping with the girls  and I thought it might have been my fault because I was a bit later  than I promised, but he  didn't say anything much about  it.

The conversation was very slow going so I thought we should  go off somewhere more intimate so we could talk more privately. We went to this restaurant and he was STILL acting a bit funny. I tried to cheer him up  and started to wonder whether it was me or something
else. I asked him, and he said no. But I wasn't really sure.

So  anyway, in the car on the way back home, I said that I loved him deeply and he just put his arm around me. I didn't know what the hell
that meant because you know he didn't say it back or anything. We finally got back home and I was wondering if he was going to leave me! So
I tried to get  him to talk but he just switched on the  TV.

Reluctantly, I said I was going to go to bed. Then after  about 10 minutes, he joined me and to my surprise, we made love. But, he  still
seemed really distracted, so afterwards I just wanted to confront  him but I just cried
myself to sleep. I just don't know what to do  anymore. I mean, I really think he's seeing someone  else.


His Side of the Story:

The Yankees  lost.  Got laid though.

hahahahahahahaha!  aint that the truth!

Hahaha!  I had to teach my wife that I wasn't upset at her just because I wasn't talkative.  If I was angry, she'd know it, and the only time she should get apprehensive is if I quit talking after I get angry.

God Bless Texas