WOMEN DESPISE COWARDICE

If your gal confronts you with her suspicions of any kind of infidelity, or most any other wrongdoing on your part, you really only have two viable options. You can be honest and "come clean" or you can overplay the magnitude of the alleged offense thereby introducing a measure of incredulity to the charges.

Never try to down-play the situation! Yes, that's what guys usually do but it only earns your gal's contempt. Saying things like, "It's not what it looks like." or "I can explain!" or "You're not going to believe this!" will only fuel her wrath. If it's not what it looks like, then is she supposed to believe that it's what it doesn't look like? You've insulted her intelligence and ticked her off. When you say "I can explain", she's thinking, "Yeah, I'll just bet you can, you slimy weasel". "When you say, "You're not going to believe this!", she's thinking, "I'm quite sure that he has a very good reason for saying that!"

But here's what can happen when you exaggerate the magnitude of the alleged offense. Some years ago my boss and I closed up the store for the night and headed to a nearby bar. Shortly thereafter a young woman who worked at a store that was affiliated with ours arrived on the scene. She looked our way and I waved. She then applied a liberal coat of lipstick to her lips, walked over to where my boss and I were standing, and said, "Hi Robby. Is your wife home tonight?" I replied in the affirmative and the next thing I knew she planted her lips on my brand new white windbreaker leaving an impression of red lips that was so perfect I should have cut it out and sold it to a cosmetics company to use as a logo!

When I arrived home that evening I carefully held the windbreaker in such a way that the lips weren't visible and hung it up with the lips facing the far side of the coat closet.

However, the next morning I was just about to head out the door and go to work when my wife approached to wish me a good day, I donned the windbreaker and remembered too late the lips! My wife said, (in that tone), "I sure hope that lipstick will come out of that windbreaker that you are so proud of." Without any hesitation I answered, "It will." She said, "It may not." I maintained that it would and she asked, "How can you be so sure?", to which I replied, "Because it came out of my underwear last night in the wash."

Her three word response was, "In your dreams!" And that was it. The subject was never mentioned again. I had stretched the issue to the point of incredulity.