Category Archives: Classic Andy

Here’s lookin’ at you, girl

The look of love

Sometimes I read scenes out loud to my husband, Andy. Most of the time his reaction is, “Guy sounds like a douche!” or he’ll simply make the universal symbol for wanking. Either way, it cracks me up.

Last night I read him this nookie-free excerpt where the hero’s eyes are at “half-mast” and Andy interrupted and said, “So he’s eye-fucking her.”

“Right.”

“Why ‘half-mast’ though? How is that sexy?”

“It’s cuz, like, he’s looking at her through slits because he’s so horny he can’t see straight.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “See?”

“Yeah, that’s dumb. When I hear half-mast I think of death.”

I laughed. “What?!”

“You know how when someone dies, they lower the flag?”

I blinked. “Oh, right! I never thought about it that way.”

“Yeah. So basically that guy is giving her the eyes of death.”

I laughed and laughed. “Oh, you. I love you.”

Andy jerked his head towards me. “What?! What’d I do?”

Classic Andy.

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