Thanks for the pointer, Paul, but the Vic Secret incident actually happened months ago. I think I resurrected it to provide an example of something, but now I don't recall what that was.
However, when I do things like what you suggested, it doesn't usually end things on a nice note. She will not accept an apology for offending her. She wants an apology for my innermost thoughts and the way they offend womankind. And she usually also wants an apology for all the ills that have been visited on women by men for all history . . . and prehistory. Oh, and she wants my gonads on a plate, seared in a white-wine sauce. (You know, Gonads, the Other white meat.)
But your idea, to apologize for offending her, is something which would work most of the time with most of the people.
I understand that I want to let her know that she got my attention, but the sizzling testicles are usually enough.
