on our trip in california, i got dressed one day. and i mean, i actually tried to look nice.
me: how do i look?
husband: like someone who just had a baby.
same day, i went to get my haircut.
me: i asked my husband how i looked today. he says i look like i just had a baby.
stylist (him): he thought that was a compliment? by the way, you don’t. you look great.
me: yes and thanks.
him: you never comment on that. and you never comment on a woman’s age.
me: yes! i think i could marry you.
him: yes, we gays always know what to say.