It's once we get outside of the bedroom that she has a hard time keeping this funspirited play going. Saturday, when we went bikini shopping, we drove past a local dog track/poker room. I suggested that it would be fun to go there sometime. She said she didn't really enjoy playing poker, so then I suggestively said "well you can just dress up, and hang on my arm, and be eye candy." She laughed at first, and sorta seemed to like it, and even added "You mean I could dress in a short sexy skirt and all that?" and I said "Mmmm, yeah," and then she thought a minute and said "well, I don't really play poker," very serious -- sort of a "final say" on the matter.
