Make A Nearsighted Woman Your Wife

by Specs4ever

Ever since I was a small boy in the first grade, I had a fascination with women that wore glasses. One noon hour when I was in college, I went to the cafeteria for lunch. Four young women entered the cafeteria together just ahead of me, laughing and giggling, and I noticed that one of them had a pair of glasses perched on her head. So, it was only natural that I positioned myself in the cafeteria line directly behind them. I tried in a casual way to get a good look at her glasses, and I was somewhat surprised to see that her lenses had a plano base curve, that is the front surface was flat. Back then, I wasn't so experienced of an optic observer as I am now, but I did know that a plano base indicated a relatively stronger lens than one would normally find in a pair of glasses that were worn on the top of a person's head.

Over the next few weeks, I attempted to find out more about this rather pretty young lady, who always wore her glasses on her head. I found out that her name was Carrie, and she was a first year nursing student. She did not live in residence, but came to campus every morning on the subway from the north end of the city. The more I watched her, the more interested I became in getting to know her. Besides needing glasses that she rarely wore, she was very attractive - tall and slender, with long, auburn hair, and a knock out figure.

One afternoon, near the end of September, after I had finished my classes, I walked over to the commons, and I saw Carrie walking towards the main entrance. I too took the northern subway, and I hoped that this was where she was heading. I quickened my pace, and gradually caught up to her. As I drew near, I spoke her name, and she turned her head. For the first time in almost a month, I saw her move her glasses from the top of her head to her eyes, and she looked at me through the lenses. I couldn't believe it, when I saw the minification effect that the lenses had on her eyes. They made her pretty green eyes look small, and distant behind the lenses. How she could possibly go around without wearing her glasses full time was a mystery to me, or did she hate glasses so much that she was willing to walk around in a total fog all of the time? I wondered why she not gotten a pair of those new contact lenses that had just come onto the market?

We rode together on the subway to my stop, with her glasses again back on her head. Knowing that she must have an aversion to wearing glasses, and knowing that there was only one way to get her to wear them, I asked her if she would be interested in joining me for a movie on Friday night. She accepted, and gave me her address and directions to her home.

Friday night found me knocking on the front door of a small single family dwelling that was the address Carrie had given me. The door opened, and Carrie greeted me. I handed her a bouquet of flowers that I had brought for her, and she expressed amazement that I would have done this. She invited me in, introduced me to her parents, and got a vase to put the flowers in. And all the while she was going around in her myopic blur with her glasses perched in their usual place on the top of her head.

We had a great time at the movie, and her glasses did come down off the top of her head, while we were in the theater. But, as soon as the movie was over, she put them back up on her head. Before I took her home, we stopped at a restaurant near her house for a burger and a soda. I could no longer contain my curiosity, so I asked her to put her glasses on so I could see her in the light of the restaurant with them on. She hesitated, but finally did bring them down from her head, and slowly slid them into place on the bridge of her nose. I was overwhelmed, seeing her wearing her glasses, and I thought she looked fabulous, and I told her so. The lenses were quite strong and indented her face on both sides. But, after a minute or so of wearing them, she quickly put them back onto her head.

"If you need them to see clearly, why won't you wear them all of the time?" I asked.

She said, "oh, I feel so ugly wearing them. They are so thick and strong, and I have read that the more you wear glasses the more dependant your eyes are going to get on them. I did try contacts, but my eyes couldn't stand them."

I didn't think that she would appreciate me commenting that it looked like her eyes were already pretty dependant on them, so I left it at that. The college that we attended was having a student dance the following week, so I asked her if she would like to go with me. She accepted.

After that dance, Carrie became my steady girlfriend. I was only one more year away from graduation from the college of business, and Carrie had one more year of nursing school, along with a year of practical nursing in a hospital, before she became a R.N. I didn't want to loose her, so I asked her to marry me, the summer after I graduated. I took a job in a nearby smaller city, and Carrie was able to do her final year of nursing in the only hospital in that city.

During our first year of marriage, Carrie still tried to go around as much as possible without wearing her glasses. I found out that when I originally took her out she was around minus 8 diopters with a bit of astigmatism in each eye. But, by the time we were married, her prescription had crept up to almost minus 10. She had reached the point, where she had to hold a book so close to the end of her nose to see the print that she could not read without her glasses. Further, she was essentially blind without them. So, finally she accepted that she had to wear her glasses, and by the time we celebrated our second anniversary, I could not remember the last time she had moved her glasses up to the top of her head.

We had been married almost five years, when Carrie became pregnant. I was quite excited about this, as we had decided that we would have two children, and it was time for us to start. Shortly after our son, Jeffrey, was born, Carrie discovered that she was not seeing very well and needed new glasses. She had had a couple of eye examinations since we were married, and each time the strength of her lenses had increased slightly, but she hadn't really noticed the need for these increases. This time she was having trouble watching the T.V. and seeing things clearly in the distance, and she decided that she had better not drive until she got new glasses. So, I knew that her glasses were going to have to be noticeably stronger. And they were. Her lenses had gone from -11 diopters to -13.50 diopters. We chose a nice pair of white plastic, drop temple frames, and followed the optician's advice to go for as small a lens as possible. I took Carrie over to the optical store the evening that they phoned, and was thrilled when I saw her new glasses. They had made the lenses in a biconcave lens to try to reduce the thickness, and I was so happy to see this that when Carrie and I returned home, and Jeffery was put into his crib to go to sleep, Carrie and I made love on the family room floor. I even allowed her to leave her glasses on (as if I would have let her take them off) after promising I would not smudge them.

Nine months later our daughter was born. Lisa was a wonderful, happy baby, and we were very pleased to have our intended family complete. I hope that Carrie never connected the conception of our daughter with the evening of lovemaking on the family room floor; or if she did connect it, that she never realized that her new glasses had provided the incentive for it. Well, the need for much stronger glasses when Jeffrey was born was repeated when Lisa was born. But, this time the increase was -3 diopters and was followed a year later by a second increase of -2 diopters, making her prescription -18 D.

In the following 25 years, Carrie has had a number of small increases in her myopia, and she is now wearing glasses that have a prescription of around -25 diopters and had to have myodisc lenses when she reached 20 D. Lisa and Jeffery both wear glasses for myopia. Jeffery is around 10 diopters, but Lisa inherited her mother's myopia and is around 15 diopters. When Lisa was 13, we got her contacts and she now never wears her glasses, preferring contact lenses instead. And likely, if her prescription remains stable for a couple of years, she will have surgery to eliminate the need for glasses and contacts. Jeffery, however, doesn't seem to be bothered by his glasses. He puts them on in the morning, and takes them off when he goes to bed. He does have contacts, but usually only wears them for special occasions, like a date, or some social event. Oh, and he also wears them when playing hockey, as he hates it when his glasses fog up.

Around the time when Carrie and I started dating, there was a popular song that went, "If you want to be happy for the rest of your life, never make a pretty woman your wife. So from my personal point of view, get an ugly girl to marry you." Of course it didn't take me very long to paraphrase this song, with my version, "If you want to be happy for the rest of your life, make a nearsighted woman your wife. So from my personal point of view, get a myopic girl to marry you." Since Carrie only knows the original version, I tend to get in a lot of trouble every time I whistle, or hum my version around her. But, the reality is that I think Carrie is the most attractive woman I know and those thick, myodisc lenses in her glasses really turn me on. When I look into her eyes behind those lenses, I just have to make love to her.

The End

Specs4ever: June 2001, with thanks to A. J. for the editing.

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