Overthinking on a slow weekend

I really dislike that my wife (and other women) can just get out of bed and be slobs and still look beautiful and sexy. If I did that, I would look like a guy, exactly like a guy wearing an over-sized shirt and panties. It’s something I can typically ignore, compartmentalize, until I start over-thinking it later.

Putting on a wig, fake boobs, etc., is just not right.  Beth wants real breasts, real hair, etc.  Turns out it was a slow weekend, and perhaps she was just overthinking.  This is a post that I probably could have written.  I get it, Beth!