Blame It On Beckham!
Two things happened recently that prompted this blog topic. The first was a candid dinner table conversation last week between my eldest son who is 26 and his gf who is the same age. The conversation originated because they’re both supremely jealous. My son has a colorful love life history, and his gf has some issues with them constantly bumping into one of his ex’s. I get it but like I told her, you can’t change his past, move forward. Well, apparently my son has the same problem when it comes to her past, so, in that respect they feed off each other’s insecurities. It’s the only issue they have but a big one, so color me shocked when my son said, “I’d give Bri a pass on David Beckham.”
I choked on my food and his gf about fell off her chair. “What?” we both shrieked. “Are you serious?”
My son nodded and said, “Only Beckham.” He looks pointedly at his gf and said, “And only one time.” The reasoning behind his thinking was that because David Beckham is so hot, even guys apparently recognize this, they would forgive any woman for sleeping with him (as if sleeping is what would happen!).
Fast forward today. As I’m checking in on fb this a.m. what do my tired eyes behold? A lovely picture on my friend Jen Lyons wall of, you guessed it, David Beckham. This blog topic was meant to be. I strolled downstairs and asked recovering hubby who his one-time pass would be.
He got all indignant and said, “You’re asking me who I would give you permission to f*ck?”
“No! Who would your one time pass be? And it has to be a celebrity. No one we know personally, and it has to be current, not Sophia Loren forty years ago (it has long been established that my husband has had and still does have a serious crush on Ms Loren.).
He grinned sheepishly and said, “I have to think about that.” Then he narrowed his eyes at me and said, “Who would you pick?”
I grinned sheepishly and said, “I’d have to think about it too, but David Beckham does come to mind.”
As I started up the stairway back to my office, hubby yelled up, “The other Sophia!”
“Both Sophia’s have big boobs!” I accused coming back down the stairs.
He came back around and looked up to me and said, “It’s more than boobs, Karin. They’re both brunettes with dark eyes, full lips, nice curves and sexy as hell.” He cocked an eyebrow and waited for it to dawn on me.
“Oh,” I said. Then smiled. “But I don’t have an accent.”
“You don’t need one.” Aw, he’s so sweet.
I floated back upstairs and started writing this blog.
So you know what I’m going to ask: Who would you pick for your one time pass? And don’t say, “Oh, I’m so happy and content, I would never ever even think about such a thing!”
Pulleez, this is for fun, not for realz.