Lighting His Fire
When my darling Sven was on a six-month overseas assignment, I starved myself into a perfect ten, changed my hair from mousy brown to dark gold, traded my thick glasses for contacts. Once he gets over the shock, I’m sure he’ll propose at last!
Now I’ve finally wangled him into a quiet corner, where he stares at me in confusion.
“You look different,” he stammers, totally puzzled. Then realization floods his handsome face. “I know! You’re wearing a new watch!”
When kindling doesn’t work, the wise woman uses lightning bolts. Watch out, Sven, you’re about to burst into flames!