1. Insure you've married a woman who thinks you walk on water. The fact you may have become bored is immaterial.
2. Over several years, dull her sense of risk by taking enormous risks with your own life and slowly draw her into more risky adventures.
3. Take her out into the middle of Lake Erie (even tho she doesn't swim and she's terrified of water), in the middle of a severe thunderstorm, shut off the motor and see what happens to a 24' boat in 6'-9' waves.
4. Give up when she survives all attempts at murder and go for a bike ride. After having ridden/raced motorcycles (road and dirt) for 30 years take her for a bicycle ride. Start coasting down a 200' hill; at the top, tell her to watch her hat ( in a 15 mph wind). At the bottom, turn to find she's crashed midway down. Discover, from occupants of a passing vehicle, that she started down the hill, the wind caught her hat and she instinctively took her right hand off her bicycle handlebar and reached up to catch her hat, lost control and crashed (due to steepness, over about 40 yards).
5. After hospital drilling of her skull to relieve pressure after the bicycle "accident", and after 5 weeks of respiratror-induced, drug-resistant, pneumonia -- watch her die.
6. The method for murdering one's wife is simple; but be careful what you wish for; you might get it. You might not have sex for eight years - and counting.
7. Did I mention she was into "fistiing" (not her, me) back when there was no word for fisting. Or she was absolutely fearless, in whatever she did. What made her more remarkable is she was not "stunt-woman" capable; she was just above average physically but she knew how to take advantage of her capability. I'm ashamed for saying this out loud but I'm going to take credit for (some of) her transformation. Both her family and her former husband (deceased) took advantage of her; she benefited from association with me (e.g. door-to-door salesmen knocked on our door, but almost tripped over themselves trying to get away. Later, I was in awe at her handling of intrusive phone solicitations.
8. She was a religious girl; at one point I thought I'd ruined her because she had become so involved and adept at (some rather dubious) sexual adventures. However, they were with me ( and I'm up for anything) so when I discovered she hadn't lost her religious commitment, I relaxed (funny; I have no religious commitment and I've never worried me.)
If I've lost you, there a song lyric that sums up this thread "...you don't know what you've lost till it's gone....".
2. Over several years, dull her sense of risk by taking enormous risks with your own life and slowly draw her into more risky adventures.
3. Take her out into the middle of Lake Erie (even tho she doesn't swim and she's terrified of water), in the middle of a severe thunderstorm, shut off the motor and see what happens to a 24' boat in 6'-9' waves.
4. Give up when she survives all attempts at murder and go for a bike ride. After having ridden/raced motorcycles (road and dirt) for 30 years take her for a bicycle ride. Start coasting down a 200' hill; at the top, tell her to watch her hat ( in a 15 mph wind). At the bottom, turn to find she's crashed midway down. Discover, from occupants of a passing vehicle, that she started down the hill, the wind caught her hat and she instinctively took her right hand off her bicycle handlebar and reached up to catch her hat, lost control and crashed (due to steepness, over about 40 yards).
5. After hospital drilling of her skull to relieve pressure after the bicycle "accident", and after 5 weeks of respiratror-induced, drug-resistant, pneumonia -- watch her die.
6. The method for murdering one's wife is simple; but be careful what you wish for; you might get it. You might not have sex for eight years - and counting.
7. Did I mention she was into "fistiing" (not her, me) back when there was no word for fisting. Or she was absolutely fearless, in whatever she did. What made her more remarkable is she was not "stunt-woman" capable; she was just above average physically but she knew how to take advantage of her capability. I'm ashamed for saying this out loud but I'm going to take credit for (some of) her transformation. Both her family and her former husband (deceased) took advantage of her; she benefited from association with me (e.g. door-to-door salesmen knocked on our door, but almost tripped over themselves trying to get away. Later, I was in awe at her handling of intrusive phone solicitations.
8. She was a religious girl; at one point I thought I'd ruined her because she had become so involved and adept at (some rather dubious) sexual adventures. However, they were with me ( and I'm up for anything) so when I discovered she hadn't lost her religious commitment, I relaxed (funny; I have no religious commitment and I've never worried me.)
If I've lost you, there a song lyric that sums up this thread "...you don't know what you've lost till it's gone....".
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