You want what??? Warning! Testosterone levels will rise!

"You want a what???"

"A Bose!" he answered.

"A what??"

"A Bose!" he said again.

"Okay Sweetheart, lets try this slowly. What. Is. A. Bose?" I asked him slowly.

He took a deep breath, excitement rose in his eyes. "It is only the coolest thing in music technology history ever!"

"Okay, lets go look at them!"

"Really?? Honestly?? Truly??" He was like a little boy going shopping for his first puppy.

We walked into the first store. He led me over to it like he was leading me to the Holy Grail. "Here it is! Isn't it cool?"

"Um, Honey Bunny? It is a clock radio."

Fully aghast he said, "NO ITS NOT! IT'S A BOSE!!"

My loving husband and the salesman proceeded to tell me how this was the premier system in audio technology. They turned it on. They sat listening like hippies to the words of a Bob Dylan or Joan Baez song. Smiling mindlessly and nodding their heads slowly. I felt like a shmuck but all I saw was...a clock radio.

While the two of them were paying homage to the small Mecca they called Bose, several other men stopped to see. I heard them all making comments.

"Wow! My wife won't even consider one of those Dude!" Suddenly I noticed men leaving the football games on the t.v.'s in electronics and coming over.

I thought, "Okay, if he wants a clock radio fine!" then I looked at the price tag. "Honey?? Love-Dove?? This clock radio is upwards of 400 bucks!"

That is when I entered testosterone purgatory. A chorus of rugged faced, baritones answered, "IT IS NOT A CLOCK RADIO. IT IS A BOSE!!"

I could see the men's eyes burning targets in my back as my husband and I walked out of the store. Me with my head held high. Him with his head down and his tail between his legs. I almost felt bad, but not 400 bucks worth of bad.

For two days after that he would come home and say, "Hi love, how was your day? How is your sister? CanIhaveaBose and how is your dad doing?"

I would answer "Great, neurotic, NO, and fine thanks for asking."

The day after that my 30 something child came home with a catalog from work. "I can earn points and order it through work!" He said cautiously. "If I get enough points, can I order it?? Can I? Can I?"

"Yes Sweetie, if you can get it for free, you may have it."

He worked like a dog and earned those points in a week and called me to tell me he ordered it. He was so excited. For the next few weeks I would get several calls a day, "Has the mail come? Oh yeah, how are you? Has the mail come?"

Finally ... it arrived.

I was careful not to open it. He got home and set it up. It comes in white or black (ours is white) and is about the size of a clock radio.

He stood and admired it. Then, turned it on. I hate to admit it, but at home there really is a difference in the way it sounds. It also has a remote control with it so you can control the volume or tune the channels from across the room.

We had a party soon after that to show off his new "toy". The Bose was as magnetic as Pamela Anderson standing in the corner in a bikini. The party was definitely divided into men and women. Testosterone and estrogen.

We have had many, many, mannnny more parties since then. Bosses and V.P.'s have come to our home for dinner. Repair men and friends...all are in awe of our wee little clock radio with the big sound.

I swear it is a testosterone magnet, when I vacuum near it my voice actually deepens.

If you have a whiny little boy that begs for one, or if you have a man in need of a testosterone boost or if you just want great sound and lots of it without dedicating an entire room of your home to a sound system then the Bose Wave Radio is for you.