She says: Does this make me look fat?
He (knowing hesitate and you are lost) says : No you look grand!
He thinks to himself : women are never fat , clothes just make them look that way.Repeat and learn, repeat and learn.
She says : Which looks better, the red dress or the black one?
He starts to sweat now, this is the 64,000 dollar question ,a question that the wisdom of Solomon could not safely answer. Caught between the pit and the pendulum he prevaricates knowing he is merely playing for time, his execution held in abeyance then somewhat feebly and to her mind predictably
He says : They're (gulp) both nice!
then laughs nervously.
She says: What are you laughing at?
He says : Oh nothing, you know me , I'm such an EEjit.
She purrs seductively , coyly, demurely : Go on , choose one , I don't mind.
Now he's an apeman thinking with his trousers and not his head and foolishly, giving his honest opinion
He says: I really like the red one!
The purring pussycat is now a hunting leopard.
She growls: Why? What's wrong with the black one?
Now confidence shrivelling like his manhood knowing the trap has been sprung again, and sweating like a monk at a lap dance
He says: Nothing, nothing at all.
She says rounding on him like a vexed wasp : Then why did you choose, the red one? Is it because the black one is too subtle? Do you want me to look like that tart of a barmaid in Dolan's, is that it? She had a red dress on last Friday and didn't you love it? I saw you looking at her, don't think I didn't notice.............
He says: But , but..
She says: Never mind but ,but, - I don't know why I ever married you!