The What Button

A Parisienne friend was at the Doors at the Paris Museum of Modern Art and discovered that someone had added new images to the men and femmes bathrooms. I played ignorant and asked, “What’s the dot over the F line?”

Ruth responded immediately, “Seriously? We need to talk.

“Is it something mythical?

“The on button for a woman.”

“Where’s the off button?” I have certainly never found one with any woman I met over my sixty years of life.

“Why would you want one?” Ruth was mystified by my query.

“So I would know that a woman loves me for just me.” In truth I should have answered ‘a desire for peace and quiet’/

“The button is not a spot …so I reckon you could be loved for your brain and how it has you coordinating your Self and your “Id”.” I loved how women have no idea what men think, for I have no Id only an idiot button which get’s turned on after six beers.

I am a simple man.

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