Eavesdropping on Myself

Me: You know, honey, I always thought that if you weren’t with me that your type would actually be an Asian chick.
Hubby: What! Where the heck did you get that? Have you ever seen me with someone Asian?
Me: Well, cause you like that Japanese anime and stuff. I thought you might like someone who might obey better then me.
Hubby: I have no idea where you come up with these things.
Me: I’m just saying that I always thought that the other woman was an Asian.
Hubby: Other woman?
Me: Yeah, you know in my fantasies of you, me and the other Asian woman. (I was teasing him at this point.)
Hubby: I don’t have a type but if I did it would probably be for red heads.
Me: What! So you like my new hair color?(red with blond highlights)
Hubby: Well, I wouldn’t say that.
Me: So you don’t like my new hair color?
Hubby: I didn’t say that either. I think you would have to strip your hair down to blond and then turn it red for it to be a real red. (I’m staring at him with my mouth open. He is really digging himself into a hole.) Of course, I don’t really know how any of that works.
Me: Obviously! What kind of red head are you into? Do you have a thing for Bozo?
Hubby: No, I don’t have a thing for Bozo.

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