When the cat is away, the mice will play.
Or, when the bosses (and Congress) is away, I shall perv on Suicide Girls. The three women I work with are shopping online. They all know that I am a member, and it is humanly impossible for people of reasonable age not to know about this. Vi believes SG to be porn, and Kristina and Ngok do not. Not that Vi is not bothering me about writing another story about us for the Filthy Dirty Smutty Story Time group.
We were thinking of going out after work for a few beers and a snack, since we do not get free lunch when the bosses are not here. I wonder how that works, though mine is not to reason why about lunch. I know a bar nearby with Rolling Rock on tap, with great wings. No interest. Beer, fine, wings, no. I have known this to be true of other women. Courtney and Megan never eat them. Aisha loves chicken as much as I love bacon cheeseburgers; fried, baked, chicken salad, salad with chicken. She even likes wings, baked or fried. Pour some Frank's on it, and she loses all interest.
Not that eating Buffalo wings is easy. It is very messy, and requires gnawing away on bones to get that last bit of chicken, that last drop of sauce.
What is it that women have against Buffalo wings?
I beleive that women associate Buffalo wings with beer, chips and dips, guacamole, sub sandwiches, and football.
1. They fear they may die due to testosterone overdose.
2. When men watch football, they tune out women. Watching football,or other sports,is one of the very few things that men do that is not designed to impress women.
Neither one of these things are the fault of Buffalo wings.
So, what is it? Just take on form your boy's plate. Tell him you just want to know what they taste like.
Or, if you are a vegetarian, put some sauce on your tofu. If you are vegan, do not try this, since butter is a part of the sauce.
In either case, Anthony Bourdain has words for you.