A couple days before Christmas, Katie and I took our relationship to a new level. There's one particular nighttime activity that I find immensely pleasurable. I was always too bashful to ask Katie what I really wanted to do with her, though.
Why did I change my mind and finally ask Katie? I guess because we have been married for a year and a half now, and to tell the truth, our usual nighttime activities were getting a bit stale. (I knew that Katie agreed with me on that point, as we have openly talked about that part.) Also, I figured that Katie might be in a more generous mood since it's so close to Christmas.
I set the mood very carefully. I started by surprising Katie with a romantic home-cooked dinner when she got home from work. Then I steeled my nerves, swallowed the big lump in my throat, and tentatively propositioned her over the pork tenderloin.
She blushed mildly and smiled, pausing just a second or two before softly answering, "Yes."
It was truly incredible. Katie isn't as experienced as I am at this particular activity, but her enthusiasm was ineffable. And then at the end of it all, to my great surprise, she beat me. And quite soundly, I might add.
I kid you not. The final score was 344-321. (You knew I was talking about a game of Scrabble, right?)
Here's Katie agonizing over one of her late turns:
Here's the board at the end of the game:
Katie put the game away when she played QUIT, AI, and IT (in the upper right-hand corner), followed on the next turn by QOPH. (To those who care, AI is a three-toed sloth, and QOPH is a letter in the Hebrew alphabet. I did give Katie a bit of a handicap in that I shared all the stupid-yet-useful words in my brain that only come out when I play Scrabble; in particular, the two-letter words and the U-less Q words.) She scored over 50 points on each play, as the Q scored 40 points in QUIT and 30 points in QOPH. I had a brief rally, playing all my tiles with PLAITING on the next turn. (I discovered after searching with a Scrabble anagramming program that this was my highest scoring bingo. Go, me!) I wanted to play HILITING into the triple word score, but I didn't think that the misspelling was common enough yet to be a legal word. (It's not.) My final chance was when I held DRAINED on my last rack, with absolutely no place to play it. My only hope was to find a bingo that started with a vowel, which I could hook on the T or D. I couldn't find one. (I was shocked to find that there is none. Go, me!)
Here's the final score sheet, along with the primary word each of us played on each turn:
Here's Katie, pleasantly exhausted at the end of it all. (Don't believe her when she tells you that the exhaustion was not really all that pleasant):
I want also to point out that this blog post an homage to Katie's wedding vows, in which she both promised to learn a game of strategy with me and also delivered a line so dripping with innuendo that the entire congregation was tittering for a full minute. Heh.
Why did I change my mind and finally ask Katie? I guess because we have been married for a year and a half now, and to tell the truth, our usual nighttime activities were getting a bit stale. (I knew that Katie agreed with me on that point, as we have openly talked about that part.) Also, I figured that Katie might be in a more generous mood since it's so close to Christmas.
I set the mood very carefully. I started by surprising Katie with a romantic home-cooked dinner when she got home from work. Then I steeled my nerves, swallowed the big lump in my throat, and tentatively propositioned her over the pork tenderloin.
She blushed mildly and smiled, pausing just a second or two before softly answering, "Yes."
It was truly incredible. Katie isn't as experienced as I am at this particular activity, but her enthusiasm was ineffable. And then at the end of it all, to my great surprise, she beat me. And quite soundly, I might add.
I kid you not. The final score was 344-321. (You knew I was talking about a game of Scrabble, right?)
Here's Katie agonizing over one of her late turns:
Here's the board at the end of the game:
Katie put the game away when she played QUIT, AI, and IT (in the upper right-hand corner), followed on the next turn by QOPH. (To those who care, AI is a three-toed sloth, and QOPH is a letter in the Hebrew alphabet. I did give Katie a bit of a handicap in that I shared all the stupid-yet-useful words in my brain that only come out when I play Scrabble; in particular, the two-letter words and the U-less Q words.) She scored over 50 points on each play, as the Q scored 40 points in QUIT and 30 points in QOPH. I had a brief rally, playing all my tiles with PLAITING on the next turn. (I discovered after searching with a Scrabble anagramming program that this was my highest scoring bingo. Go, me!) I wanted to play HILITING into the triple word score, but I didn't think that the misspelling was common enough yet to be a legal word. (It's not.) My final chance was when I held DRAINED on my last rack, with absolutely no place to play it. My only hope was to find a bingo that started with a vowel, which I could hook on the T or D. I couldn't find one. (I was shocked to find that there is none. Go, me!)
Here's the final score sheet, along with the primary word each of us played on each turn:
Here's Katie, pleasantly exhausted at the end of it all. (Don't believe her when she tells you that the exhaustion was not really all that pleasant):
I want also to point out that this blog post an homage to Katie's wedding vows, in which she both promised to learn a game of strategy with me and also delivered a line so dripping with innuendo that the entire congregation was tittering for a full minute. Heh.
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