Originally Posted by
Sibon
I normally sneaked out for a quick punt on the excuse of running an errant or a trip to supermarket. If I have showered and smell nicely and dress up smartly my wife would have asked, "Where are you going to?" I have to come up with an excuse which I hate doing.
Therefore I go to a massage parlour in the most unflatteringly attire in a T-shirt with holes and baggy shorts with frays and fading and tongs.
Let's face it where I'm heading is not the most respectable high society place. There is no reason I should dress up like going to Sunday Church.
It's inconsequential how a WL views my appearance as I'm not trying to impress her or to be her boyfriend.