Last night Guido and I had a very heated debate in bed. For a moment it got all hot and torrid between the sheets, but not what I’d call in a good sex guide sort of way. He said that I had asked him a completely loaded question about our marriage plans. As a result he wouldn’t now be able to get to sleep on account of the fact that he couldn’t get the horrible mental image of what I’d asked him out of his head.
“Please would you stop asking me such ridiculous questions about our wedding plans just before I am about to turn the bedside lamp off,” he shouted, before turning the bedside lamp off with a flourish.
We lay in the dark. He had his head beneath his pillow. He said that he thought I was being completely unreasonable and intentionally controversial and that if I threw open the same question to all of the readers of this blog I would get exactly the same answer that he’d already given me. He dared me to do so. That way I’d hear some sanity from totally normal people from all around the world.
This may be the shortest single blog I ever post here. So to merely prove that I am right and Guido is wrong I will ask you the same question I asked him last night in bed and then without any further hesitation, deviation, or duplication I will hit the publish button.
“Do you think asking your partner to consider wearing a pink suit on his wedding day is an unreasonable and controversial request?”
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