I was reading over a few entries on my blog, and I think I might be giving readers the wrong idea. Yes, I’m a big gushy baby, however I’m just a typical dude. Lest anyone accuse me of lacking in my manliness, I submit this conversation to you.

I arrive home around 6:00 PM last night and walk in the door. Shelby and I are in the kitchen heating up some left over Chinese food.

Shelby: I loved your blog post, it made me cry.
Me: Did you like it enough that I can get in your pants tonight?
Shelby: No, but you can get me a popsicle from the kitchen.
Me: Dammit, that’s the only reason I wrote it.
Shelby: Don’t forget the blog-o-sphere swooning over you.
Me: Yeah, my infertile sperm is all the rage. Ladies can sense my impotency.

We laugh and fight over who goes to microwave their leftovers first.

Shelby as always, wins.