One night my wife and I were cuddling in bed. As the chances of accidents happening more and more, the lady came back and said to me, "I'm not bored, I just want you to hug me."
What? what does it mean?
And he gave me the answer that every man knocks on doors and walls:
You do not care at all about my feelings as a woman and you only think about our physical relationship!
And then in response to my eyes that came out of the orbit, he added:
Why can't you love me for myself and not for what happens in bed between you and me?
It was clear that nothing would happen that night. That's why I slept with depression.
The next night I preferred to take time off and spend some time with him. We went out together and had lunch in a stylish restaurant. Then we went to a big boutique and went shopping.
He tried on several expensive clothes, and since he could not decide, I told him that it was better to take them all. Then, in order to complete the set, we chose a pair of shoes for each set of clothes in the shoes section. Finally, a pair of diamond earrings in the jewelry section.
Let me tell you that he was enjoying death with joy. I even think he and I tried to buy him a tennis wristband because he asked me to, even though he had not picked up a tennis racket even once. He could not believe it when I said in response to his request: "Dear Breshdar."
At the height of the pleasure of all these purchases, he finally came back and said to me: "Baby, I think these are good. "Let's count."
It was at this point that I said, "No, baby, I'm not feeling well."
"What?" He said, his eyes sticking out and his jaw drooping.
Honey, I want you to just hug these things a little bit. "You do not care about my economic situation as a man, and it only matters to you that I buy you something."
And when I read in his eyes that he was just now coming and killing me, I added: "Why can't you love me for me and not for the things I buy you?"
Well, nothing happened in the bedroom tonight either.
