My belly.
Not my hand, not Craigs either.
In fact, I hardly know him.
Yes him. Ask Craig, he saw it with his own eyes.
We were at a 30th birthday party on Saturday night.
Said belly rubber walks into the room and shakes everyone’s hand
but mine.
That’s right, instead, he goes in for the belly rub.
It is a first. Other than family and Craig, I have
managed to escape the dreaded belly rubs by
strangers and acqaintances… until now.
Craig did not go in for the “leave my
wife’s belly alone.” I think he was too shocked.
I can’t blame him. I was too.
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I don’t get that at all! How about rubbing their belly back next time this happens? Someone once told me that a woman in a grocery store came up and touched her belly!