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Sometimes You Feel Like a Nun


I want to share a funny story that happened two months ago, on June 3rd, when Charles and I were in Atlantic City for his birthday. (You can read my previous article about that here.)

As you can see from the picture above of us at dinner, I was wearing a very modest, high-necked white blouse. I am one of those people who are almost always annoyingly chilly.

Since we were going to be in a very well air-conditioned stadium that evening for the fights, I purposefully wore a long sleeve blouse and brought a sweater with me as well.

Charles was immediately enraptured with the mixed martial arts fights in the octagonal cage in front of us. I was immediately cold, so I put on my sweater and was very thankful I had the sense to wear layers.

Then I began glancing around me, in an effort to distract myself from the blood that was spilling from some of the fighters in the cage. And I noticed I was the most covered-up of all the women there.

I don't know if it was the alcohol some of the ladies were consuming, or if their body temperature was naturally several degrees warmer than mine, but almost every women was showing a lot of skin. Some of them were so scantily clad that it was, well, let's just use the word unsavory.

"I feel like a nun," I blurted.

For the first time Charles's eyes shifted from the fight as he looked at me, concerned. "Are you praying because the sight of blood is making you sick?"

I started to giggle. "No, I mean I'm wearing more clothes than any other girl here."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

Still giggling, I pointed to the lady on the other side of him, who was wearing a halter top that was so low and skimpy she looked dangerously on the verge of having a wardrobe malfunction.

"Honey, I'm so glad you don't dress like that," Husband said as his attention went back to the fight in the cage.

I cuddled up to him in my warm sweater, thinking, "Thank you, God, that I have a husband who is so focused on the mixed martial artists fighting each other that he didn't notice the potential wardrobe malfunctions around him." :)
By: Kristia Markarian