Dirty Harry, Friend of Mine
The other night upon returning home from some much needed girl time, I found my husband in a very good mood, an interested mood, a come hither and talk dirty to me mood. Having been married 16 years, naturally I was suspicious of this uncharacteristic attention.
“Have you been watching Lara Croft, Tomb Raider again?” I asked.
“Nope–” he said, all deep throated and extra confident, “Clint Eastwood.”
Needless to say the boxed set is already midair on some Fedex plane. Make my day, Baby.
by Lela Davidson on September 3, 2010
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funny thing — I just blogged on clint eastwood recently, about how some men confuse dirty harry the character with clint eastwood the human being.
but i never thought of him as an aphrodisiac. not even “play mysty for me.”
Grrr…you gotta love it when you find your husband’s button. Just don’t include “Paint Your Wagon” in your night o’ passion. Dirty Harry singing “I talk to the trees” tends to have the same effect on husbands as swimming pools have on George Costanza.
At least he didn’t make you dress like an orangutan.
@bookfraud – Dirty Harry is than Clint Eastwood.
@DeNae – No wagons were harmed in the writing of this post. Or painted.
@John – I didn’t mention that part. Oversight.