Okay, so I came over here to ask you to dance, but I'm kind of
concerned. I mean, we could hit it off really well, end up having a few
drinks, next thing you know you're giving me your number because I'm too
shy to ask for it.
I finally get up the nerve to call and we take in a movie, have some
dinner, I relax, you relax. We go out a few more times, get to know each
other's friends, spend a lot of time together, then finally have get
past this segxwal tension and really develop this intense sex life that
is truly incredible, decide our relationship is solid and stable.
So we move in together for a while, then a few months later get
married. I get a promotion; you get a promotion; we buy a bigger house.
You really want kids, but I really want freedom; but we have a kid
anyway, only to find that I am resentful.
The sparks start to fade and to rekindle them we have two more lovely
kids, but now I work too much to keep up with the bills, have no time
for you, you're stressed and stop taking really good care of yourself,
so to get past our slow sex life and my declining self-confidence
I turn to an outside affair for segxwal gratification. You find out
because I'm careless and a lousy liar. You throw me out (justifiably
so), and we have to explain to the kids why mommy and daddy are
splitting up.
That's just too sad. Think about the children.
So, for God's sake, if you dance with me, and we hit it off, let's just
keep it segxwal, because we both know where it's going.
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