MJ can’t find his ipod, so I told him he could use mine. MJ The Terrible sings Malia’s playlists is very entertaining.
Apparently John Mayer has been singing the wrong words all these years. John Mayer sings “Your body is a wonderland”.
My husband MJ sings “Your body is a one-night stand”.
I pretty much knew being with MJ was going to be a completely different kind of experience than being with other guys on our first ever road trip to Dallas.
He took me to Dealey Plaza where JFK was assassinated. There is an X on the street in the exact spot it happened. The street isn’t blocked off. Cars drive on it. Well, MJ wanted the 2 of us to run out into the street and stand on the X and have someone take our picture.
I had my “clod hoppers” on as MJ likes to call them, and they aren’t exactly made for running out into the street with oncoming traffic coming at you, and then running back to the sidewalk.
We were on a road trip and I really liked MJ, so I figured “YOLO”. Let’s go for it!
We tried to make it out to the X a few times, but it just wasn’t happening. Did that stop MJ? Absolutely not!
MJ flagged down a police car. He convinced a police officer in his patrol car to stop oncoming traffic, so that we could get a picture on the X.
After the X marks the spot in the middle of the street near death experience picture, I asked him if he did that to impress me, to get into my pants. I was joking, but I wanted to see what his reply would be.
His reply made me fall head over heels for him even more. MJ has this sort of bad boy yet good guy at the same time kind of personality. It’s my perfect combination!
Anyway, his reply was- “Baby, we just lived through the JFK interactive assassination history experience. Do you know why I didn’t get shot when I was on the X and JFK did? It’s because of your unfreakin believable big sexy butt. If you were standing in Dealey Plaza on November 22nd, 1963, JFK would not have been assassinated, because Lee Harvey Oswald would have been so distracted staring at your butt, he would have completely forgotten why he was staring out the 6th floor window of the book depository that day. Quite frankly, you are the hottest woman to ever be where that X was. And you don’t have pants on. You are wearing those daisy dukes in a way that every guy in Downtown Dallas is thinking about what it would be like to get into your pants.”
My reply I whispered in MJ’s ear was- “There is only one guy in downtown Dallas who will be getting into my Daisy Dukes tonight.”
Then MJ said- “You mean me right, because if you mean someone else, that dude needs to take a slow drive over that X back there, if you know what I’m sayin?”
Then we laughed and smiled at each other as we walked on the sidewalk holding hands.
