In which we discuss my stretch marks...

T is an old friend from college.

T says:
Still there? I've been thinking.
Joy says:
about?
T says:
stretch marks
T says:
Maybe because I've been reading sherlock holmes lately so I feel I am a dectctive of some sort...
T says:
but I have the impression that these marks are bothering you extremely.
T says:
yes?
T says:
Because I've been thinking...
Joy says:
i'm ready
T says:
First, am I right?
T says:
because if I'm wrong, I won't waste your time with something that i'm still trying to form in my mind
T says:
and I will say sorry first
T says:
and go.
Joy says:
um, you're right
Joy says:
they bug me
Joy says:
alot
Joy says:
i try not to look at them most of the time
Joy says:
i just haven't gotten dressed yet
T says:
are they readily visible.
Joy says:
extremely
T says:
ok.
T says:
Here's my thought...if you don't follow me, give me a second.
Trento says:
I don't quite know how to say it.
T says:
My wife's stretch marks are visible...to me only of course. but there is something that doesn't bother me about them. They testify to me of one thing.
T says:
She's real.
T says:
Now that may seem dumb, but it means a lot to me.
T says:
Of course her marks are from something completly different, from childbirth, but they are still there, so they are the same thing...
T says:
do you follow?
Joy says:
following
T says:
What I'm trying to say is that I'm glad you have stretch marks because they tell me that you are real too.
T says:
and I would rather have real any day
Joy says:
...
Joy says:
you give men a good name