There used to be a show on television called, '
What's My Line?
'. A panel of participants had to ask questions of a contestant and then determine from his or her answers what was the occupation of the contestant. I always thought it was a pretty lame show.
Around our house, we have some pretty interesting conversations at times. Most of them involve sexual questions, ponderings, or ideas. One of those conversations reminded me of that old program.
"Honey?"
"Hmmm?" He always sounds so bored when I first address him.
"What do you fantasize about when we're having sex?"
He never even looks up. "What do you mean?"
"Just what I said. What do you think about when we're having sex?" Sometimes, I wonder if we need a translator.
"I think about what we're doing. Why?" Men are so logical.
I sigh. "No. I mean,
who
do you think about, then?"
"You. Why?" Good answer, but not the one I'm looking for.
"Noooo! We're talking fantasy here, okay? Who is your 'go to' fantasy sex partner?" I try again.
He lays down the paper and takes off his reading glasses. "I don't think I understand your question. What do you mean
who
is my fantasy partner? I don't need a fantasy partner. I have a real partner. You."
"Why do you always have to make everything so complicated? I just asked a simple question. You'd think, just once, you could give me a simple answer."