Feminine Mystique

I'm removing my bra without taking my shirt off when Hubs mentions for the eightieth time that he's still fascinated by women's ability to do that. As I explain it to him, the look of wonder slowly fades and then he seems unimpressed. 

Me: Dammit! I shouldn't have explained it. A magician never gives away her tricks.
Hubs: It's okay. That's really not what I'm focused on anyway. My thought process is more like, "Bra coming off! Bra coming off! Might see boobies!"