Okay, so I have no solo stories, but I do have a GREAT one about my hubby. *g*
So... there we were. Our first time together. Now, something y'all have to know about the man before I go much further is that he's ridiculously romantic when the occasion warrants.
At the time, he was living with his grandmother between finishing up at A&M and entering the Army. A grand total of something like 7 weeks (which means we were odd-smashers for even having MET, much less fallen in love and married)... anyway, his grandmother is one of those women who have like 2.5 million ridiculously ruffly pillows on each bed in her house.
Remember how I said the man is a romantic? Well, there were candles lit EVERYWHERE... including the bedside table.
You see where this is going yet?
Thankfully at the time I had short hair, but you've never in your life seen such a look of WTF as I'm sure I had on my face when the hubby stopped cold, mid-thrust, and began beating the pillow beside my head. All I could think was, "Well, this is different. Never had a guy do THAT before..."