I'm in red - you'll see why - and he's in brown.
It went like this -
Have you seen Shelby's new blazer?
No, I don't guess I have.
You need to look at it and tell me what it reminds you of.
Silence. Dead silence. Playing dead.
Think blazer.
You had on a blazer the day we met.
Cha-ching. That's my boy.
You remember what I had on the day we met?
Here I am leading the witness. I already know the answer. We've been married twenty years, and I interrogate on a regular basis.
I remember your legs. You had red on.
What else?
I remember your legs, you had red heels on.
Anything else?
Give me a minute and let me picture you walking down those stairs.
Down the stairs or up the ramp?
Let me set the stage. I was a designer and he was a carpenter.
If I were a carpenter
and you were a lady,
Would you marry me anyway?
Would you have my baby?
If I worked my hands in wood,
Would you still love me?
Answer me babe, "Yes I would,
I'll put you above me."
-words and music Tim Hardin
The house we were both working on was new construction. There were ramps to enter. When I began walking up to the house he gallantly ran outside, extended his hand to me, and asked if he could help me - being mud puddles all around the ramp. That's when he had me - hook, line, and sinker.
Let me be honest, he was quite handsome and taking his hand was an attractive option, but instead -
I put my pert little nose in the air and -
No, I'm fine, thank you.
That's when I had him - hook, line, and sinker.
Back to the conversation.
Down the stairs.
Were you looking up my skirt?
No, I was looking at your legs.
End of conversation. Sorta.
Following that I had a conversation with myself -
Get on treadmill.
Why? self asks back.
Because He's Too Good To You is still handsome and your legs aren't what they used to be.
Oh, right.
Oh, right.
