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Let's back up to the wine spilling plan. I like that because the romantic dinner might earn me a blowjob and the spilled wine gets rid of the tablecloth. If I pull it off it could possibly be there most satisfying nut I ever bust.
Tablecloth shopping will never happen because that is a battle I'll willingly fight.
Alternatively you could just say that an ex of yours really had a thing for tablecloths and they always remind you of her but she died of something tragic and you think of her every time you see a tablecloth.
Off topic but semi relevant... When my girlfriend moved in with me I had these 2 nice sized, stonewear coffee mugs. They were my favorite because they held a lot of liquid, had nice, large handles, just easy to drink from. For some reason she never drank from them, even putting them in the very back of the cupboard. Turns out that from the rest of the shit in my apartment, there was no way I picked out these 2 nice, color coordinated coffee cups. In her mind they obviously came from my ex, and holy shit, she was right. I threw them out to make her feel better but I lied about where they came from, because if I had to part with my favorite mugs, no way I was giving her the satisfaction of being right.