This time of year finds my darling wife stopping by a couple of my hang-outs a little more often than usual to take a break from whatever it is she finds to do all day.
On occasion one or two of my female acquaintances, who may have been having lunch with a friend, or using the facility's WiFi (?) might stop at the bar to say 'Hi' and/or give this aging buffer (60) a brief platonic hug about the shoulders.
I don't remember my child (50) bride's reaction to these charming young women being as frosty in the past, when we would do the town in Dallas for example, but the cold hard stare with which she fixes these broads these days is something to be seen!
My female buddies say "Hi Mike" but the missus hears " Oh Master I have been a very bad girl recently and you should immediately take me back to your well appointed library and have your liv'ried servants strip me and place me across the knee of your harsh tweed trousers while you sit in the mahogany leather Chesterfield, where you must spank me until my little bottom glows red to absolve me of my sins before you have your evil way with me."
...............or maybe it's just me.