Sigh. Not again!
It seems that no matter where Alan goes, his groupies follow. He can't go anywhere without women swarming all over him, each one vying with the others for his special, one-on-one attention. Oh, it gets tiring for him, but he feels pity for these poor women who yearn for the attention of nerdy engineers whose heads are full of nothing but the details of JW trivia and analog circuitry. So Alan and I have agreed to let them enjoy their little moments with him. It does no real harm and gives them such joy, poor things. What none of them realize is that I have a whole album full of these pictures. Every year, the number of admirers grows. I've given up even trying to remember to write names next to the many hopeful faces in those photos. Soon they all become a blur.
I can only say I know personally what it's like for the wives of the world's most popular and sought-after men--women like Prisilla Presley and Jerry Hall. Yes, we, the wives, willingly share our men with their admirers. For we know that, when it really counts, their laps are reserved for us alone. And oh, you'll never know what exquisite joy that is! Alan might LOOK and ACT like a nerdy, JW-trivia-spouting engineer, but in the privacy of our bedroom he's an ANIMAL! In the heat of passion, only a few scriptural arguments and quotes from old Watchtower literature escape his lips. The rest of his utterances are passionately whispered sweet nothings.
So never fear, no matter how many JWD/AlanF groupies sit on Alan's lap, I know he's still MY man. After all, it's MY office and computer and library he comes home to!
The long-suffering Julie F (who willing lets her husband attend these functions knowing full well what's going to happen--yet again)