Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Baby! baby! im sorry you yell. Put the cat down! Put the cat down!
Your woman stands in front of you, shaking like a leaf, the figurine of cat playing with a ball of yarn held high above her head. She is panting like a dog in the desert. The figurine grows heavier, and heavier and her body sways from the effort. She slumps to the floor and begins to sob uncontrollably.
You run to her and hold her close, stroking her hair for an hour and apologizing for every breath youve taken since childhood. She accepts every apology one at time. By the end of the hour, you are both exhausted. You carry her to the bed and tuck her in.
You turn to walk away.
Where are you going? she asks.
For a walk.
No, stay here with me.
After all thats happened you wouldnt dare leave now. You lay back in bed and listen to her breathe for 20 minutes.
"What are you thinking" you ask her.
"Im thinking its going to be hard for me to trust you now."
"What can I do to make it up to you."
"I want you home every night at 10."
You agree.
"And I want you to carry your cell phone at all times. The one with the GPS in it."
You agree.
"And I dont want you hanging out in bars with your buddies, getting into trouble anymore."
You agree.
By the end of the day, she has your balls securely confined in a jar on that curio cabinet.
The next few years pass by slowly and soon you forget what it was like to be free. You get soggier in the midsection and your wit dims for a lack of challenge, after all how much man does it take to be in by ten every night. Soon youre fat, dull and balding but youre happy that your woman finally trusts you again...until you come home one day a little too early and find her bent over the couch cushions taking it up the ass from a six foot Russian.
You stand there in shock as Boris gives your old lady 10 inches of hammer and sickle and shes loving every minute of it. She looks up and sees you standing there and screams. Boris is uninterested. Hes got a nut to work off and hes not stopping.
Tears of furry in your eyes you rush him. He stiff arms you and drops you with a punch to the gut before pulling up his pants and walking out casually.
Once upon a time, you could have handed Boris his ass on a platter, but years of domestication have made you soft.
Youre woman sobbingly apologizes over many cups of black coffee and a half a pack of camels. She tells you how much you changed and how dull youve gotten and how much she misses the excitement of her younger years. You accept it because at this point, youre too far gone to be single.
Life may be boring and it may suck at times, but at least its predictable.
Youve got a roof over your head, three squares a day and a woman to come home to.
Enjoy....sucker.
Your woman stands in front of you, shaking like a leaf, the figurine of cat playing with a ball of yarn held high above her head. She is panting like a dog in the desert. The figurine grows heavier, and heavier and her body sways from the effort. She slumps to the floor and begins to sob uncontrollably.
You run to her and hold her close, stroking her hair for an hour and apologizing for every breath youve taken since childhood. She accepts every apology one at time. By the end of the hour, you are both exhausted. You carry her to the bed and tuck her in.
You turn to walk away.
Where are you going? she asks.
For a walk.
No, stay here with me.
After all thats happened you wouldnt dare leave now. You lay back in bed and listen to her breathe for 20 minutes.
"What are you thinking" you ask her.
"Im thinking its going to be hard for me to trust you now."
"What can I do to make it up to you."
"I want you home every night at 10."
You agree.
"And I want you to carry your cell phone at all times. The one with the GPS in it."
You agree.
"And I dont want you hanging out in bars with your buddies, getting into trouble anymore."
You agree.
By the end of the day, she has your balls securely confined in a jar on that curio cabinet.
The next few years pass by slowly and soon you forget what it was like to be free. You get soggier in the midsection and your wit dims for a lack of challenge, after all how much man does it take to be in by ten every night. Soon youre fat, dull and balding but youre happy that your woman finally trusts you again...until you come home one day a little too early and find her bent over the couch cushions taking it up the ass from a six foot Russian.
You stand there in shock as Boris gives your old lady 10 inches of hammer and sickle and shes loving every minute of it. She looks up and sees you standing there and screams. Boris is uninterested. Hes got a nut to work off and hes not stopping.
Tears of furry in your eyes you rush him. He stiff arms you and drops you with a punch to the gut before pulling up his pants and walking out casually.
Once upon a time, you could have handed Boris his ass on a platter, but years of domestication have made you soft.
Youre woman sobbingly apologizes over many cups of black coffee and a half a pack of camels. She tells you how much you changed and how dull youve gotten and how much she misses the excitement of her younger years. You accept it because at this point, youre too far gone to be single.
Life may be boring and it may suck at times, but at least its predictable.
Youve got a roof over your head, three squares a day and a woman to come home to.
Enjoy....sucker.
