Have you ever had this experience?

My sweetie and I finally had more than a moment alone together. The daily distractions of life (work, technology, even the kiddies) had blissfully disappeared for the evening and there was time to take a deep breath and rekindle romance.

I was a goddess incarnate feeling sassy…sexy…sublime in my black lace and red lipstick. A hot shower, close shave, and cologne had transformed him once again into the man who stole my heart. The candles were lit, red wine was flowing, and sinful food waited on the table.

I said “Honey, would you put on some music?”

I was thinking Pink Martini, Billy Holiday, or Astrud Gilberto… something soothing and romantic, the perfect backdrop to our time alone. I was off on a pink cloud picturing Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers dancing along to Astrud’s Fly Me To The Moon. I sighed and was swept away in anticipation of the evening to come…

“WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE! WE GOT FUN ‘N’ GAMES!”

Snapping back to reality, I wondered, “What made him think I meant his ‘Best of Butt Rock’ playlist?”

I sat at the table dazed. He smiled, oblivious to my confusion while he grabbed some food and sent me a wink on his way to the couch.

Slowly, as the GNR assault screeched on, the lyrics of another song flowed through my mind:

“Did I shave my legs for this? Darlin did I shave my legs for this?”