I have been working twelve hour days in the dry ditch here in Las Vegas and lately my gal and I have missed much of our quality time together. So I come home today tired, burnt, used and abused hopefully to get some much needed TLC. She calls me on the bat phone to say she and her gal pals are going out for drinks and to see the Macy Gray show across town. Her and her crones end up going to some swank steak joint where the final bill for their little soiree of 6 is 800 bucks! So I am sitting home alone with only my beer for comfort and after my 4th hosky I have an ephemeral epiphany. I will no longer submit to her every whim and desire playing chief foot rubber, cook, and house cleaner. I will no longer hand over my money blindly for her to spend faster than the House of Representatives. I am my own master now. I wear the pants in the family. I am the big cheese and I tell HER what is what dammit! And further more.....wait...shhh!...quiet! (hunkers down, putting tail between legs, piddling on floor)....I gotta' go ...she's comin!!
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Who really wears the pants?
- Thread starter texas blues
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You got to help me
I can't do it all by myself
You got to help me, baby
I can't do it all by myself
You know if you don't help me darling
I'll have to find myself somebody else
I may have to wash
I may have to sew
I may have to cook
I might mop the floor
But you help me babe
You know if you don't help me darling
I'll find myself somebody else..................
I can't do it all by myself
You got to help me, baby
I can't do it all by myself
You know if you don't help me darling
I'll have to find myself somebody else
I may have to wash
I may have to sew
I may have to cook
I might mop the floor
But you help me babe
You know if you don't help me darling
I'll find myself somebody else..................
Women, can't live with 'em, can't disolver their bones in battery acid.....
Ill tell you right now..I wear the pants in the family.......(when the wife isnt home) but I still wear them hehehe
well it sounds like she had blast 
I'll admit its about 50/50 for who wears the pants, me or her.
but nowadays in some relationships you got to figure out whos the main money maker & who does what to keep every thing running smoothly. & that might even mean being man enough to say these dreaded words "yep, I'm the biyatch"
so when are you having a guys night out on the town ? I know a couple guys could easily spend over $800 in a night in las vegas.
I'll admit its about 50/50 for who wears the pants, me or her.
but nowadays in some relationships you got to figure out whos the main money maker & who does what to keep every thing running smoothly. & that might even mean being man enough to say these dreaded words "yep, I'm the biyatch"
so when are you having a guys night out on the town ? I know a couple guys could easily spend over $800 in a night in las vegas.
And people wonder why I don't date/persure women for a relationship. God knows I've never been happier!
CH..."guys night out?" You mean like tequila, gambling and strippers? Nah...I'll pass on that. The last time I did that some 20 years ago..I was sitting right on the meat rack wearing a bib at the Great Alaskan Bush Co. trying to take my pants off over my head.......the bouncers were unthrilled. I was 86'd faster than a green turd found in a pickle barrel.
As Martha Stewart would say..."good times".
As Martha Stewart would say..."good times".
imaguitargod said:
I'm with you man. A perfect day for me would be to watch football all day, and play poker all night; something I could never do in a relationship. Also, I'd have to cut down the heat in my cooking, and I'd probably lose a large part of the reprotoire. I can spend spend money on things I want and not have to answer to anyone, or hand over money and have it wasted on shoes. I can watch movies like "The Departed" and not some Julia Roberts chick flick.
Yup, bachelorhood is the way to go!
The grass is always greener at some point fellas.I would not trade my wife and kids for what I had when I was single. ThaT aside though, AND WITH ALL DUE RESPECT T.BLUES, I sure as hell would not hand my paycheck over to someone I am dating.I am ussuming that you have embellished a little for humors sake, otherwise (also with all due respect) GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR A$$!!!!
TB - does she even work or is she the money maker, or are you the one that works & then also does work around the house (more than her) & she doesnt work & asks for money. this later version I'd kick her to the curb.
you're the only one that can decide if its worth it. then if you have kids together = child support but hey wait a minute doesnt NV have mormons & its legal to have more than 1 wife ? become a mormon to bypass the child support
you're the only one that can decide if its worth it. then if you have kids together = child support but hey wait a minute doesnt NV have mormons & its legal to have more than 1 wife ? become a mormon to bypass the child support
Actually we aren't dating. We live in sin and more or less are married without the paperwork. Before last year, I always made more money than her. This year she got a huge promo and we moved to Las Vegas. Now she makes a pile of cash. She asked me what it would take to get me to move here. I said.."a new Flying V". She said without blinking..."done!" Next year she's buying me a harley and a PA. I had to buy that chunk of rock on her finger..an S1 1 karat and a total of 3 karats in the setting. She takes very good care of me and I would be an idiot if I screwed the pooch and messed up our relationship. I mean..it would be my fault ...wouldn't it?
I know it's a rare thing nowadays, but I'm the man in the house and I STILL wear the pants. Oddly she likes that. She still tries to be stubborn once in a while, but yep.
That's the way it is. The day she acts like a man is the day I'm not attracted to her. Last I knew I was attracted to women. Does it mean I don't respect her. Not at all. I do a great deal. There are just things that I won't accept. Lines that I've drawn. Know what I mean.
That's the way it is. The day she acts like a man is the day I'm not attracted to her. Last I knew I was attracted to women. Does it mean I don't respect her. Not at all. I do a great deal. There are just things that I won't accept. Lines that I've drawn. Know what I mean.
Who cares who wears the pants - as long as the wife wears the stilhettos or cowboy boots, no other article of clothing matters...
[B][B]rabbit[/B][/B] said:NOW THAT IS A GOOD WAY TO LOOOOOK AT IT!!!!
...glad I didn't say bunny slippers...
I reckon the whole point is that, at one time I thought I wore the pants. Not that I'm complaining mind ya'll. She gets pissed, gives me that "now go to your room and stay there!" look and all is well with the world. Beeeeaaauutiful! That's where all my $hit is!! Guitars, beer cooler, pepper porn, fishing gear...it's all there. I am quite happy with her wearing the pants. But don't ask me..."so you want to be the husband or the wife?"
