this came across my mind while i was on my way home and trying to sleep. and too tired to stay awake.
she heard his car parking, and in a few moments he was through the door. He just returned from the gym and was still drenched in sweat. why bother to exercise when the gym is 5 mins away you take the car? oh well. its better she hold her peace.
He slumped right down on the sofa, and dumped his sweaty shirt on the floor after she made it sparkling. taking her for granted yet again. He smells man-ly says he all the time. She remembered it didnt use to be this way. when they had their dates playing tennis, he always bathed and freshened up straight after. He smelt of aftershave and she loved it. THAT was what real man smelt like. what he smells like is just how a smelly man ought to. Real sweat smelt like rotten beans.
Then she thought of caramel and roasted bananas. It was disturbed by a loud fart then he snorted. His idea of a good laugh are slap stick comedy and crude jokes. argh. so much for a sense of humour. He'd have an easier time growing a tumour than acquiring that.
Suddenly she felt cramped. it must be the stench wrapping around her. and the ego surrounding it. She felt like 'enough was enough' is coming up, and maybe they'll divorce. After all, she had an ego too, and there's not enough space for his. maybe the whole of singapore might sink if they tried to weigh his. She must have been possessed when she agreed to marry him. no it wasnt love. it was a spirit, and she had a good mind to strangle cupid right about now. oh wait, make him live with her husband! that would be worse than death. okay maybe not SO bad but she could have been living a better life if not for him.
She feels as though her prime was sucked and consumed to grow his ego. For the life of her, she could not understand why integrity, pride, self-worth; pillars of character that should be embedded in one's heart seem to hang out of men's bodies. Then she stifled a laugh. She recalled the night he wore those leopard thongs. He thought it made him look tough and irresistible because it resembled tarzan's. someone ought to tell him, if you eat brad pit's food, wore his clothes, cut his hair, married angelina jolie, it still doesnt make you brad pit; just one of the luckiest man around. It made his john look so tiny but he of course thought otherwise. Perhaps it was his ego he saw.
Those jocks back at college, they bedded girls and that grew their reputation; just like fungi feeding off others because it had no real roots. (no i'm not talking math) and she wondered if she got the shorter end of the stick (pun fully intended).
She read the newspapers, and sir elton john was getting married. she could not for the life of her understand that. She knew why dykes were so, because they have a sweeter deal. because women prefer men. but gays? maybe they found a good man. few and rare, much like her moods to exercise.
then she sighed. He was finally going to bathe. maybe they could spend a quiet evening together. That would end the day alright.
This joke of the day caught her eye.
'you need to stroke a man's ego before he can function. Well it figues, after all, they get a standing ovation before the performance.'