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How the Hell Love is!

That night, my girlfriend and I got into bed in the early hours, as it was a fun-filled and successful weekend for both of us in the same way, hence we had to make good near the end. We ended up winding together...
 And as our passion began to warm up, she out of the blue said, "I don't feel like it. I just want you to hold me!”
 I immediately began to speculate, “WHAT the hell?” ~ She barked back “WHY the hell?" She after that whined, "You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman, enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man."She still reacted more to my ‘at-a-complete-loss-look’ by saying, "Can't you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in bed?"

I at once lacked sound – muted! Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night, I fell asleep. The next day I stayed off from work to spend quality time with her. We went out for lunch and did some window shopping at the mall. I walked round with her as she tried on more than a few luxurious outfits. She couldn't decide which one to wear, so I enlightened her that we'd just buy them all. She then wanted new shoes to go with her new clothing, so I said, "Let’s get a pair for each outfit."We then went on to the jewelry counter where she singled out a pair of diamond earrings. She tried one on her right ear and she was so excited at the moment. She felt like Queen of Jordan, I could feel it on her behalf...

I started to believe she was trying me when she randomly asked for a hair-band with a matching hand-bag…
and swiftly, like a reservist accepting re-assignment, I listened and complied, yap! "That's fine, honey."She was almost nearing satisfaction from all these plus saturated with excitement. Cheerful with animated prospects, she at last said, "I think this is all dear, let's go to the cashier."

My moment of recognition came -- I could hardly hold back my turn to act in response when I in a few words, opened up-
"No baby, I don't feel like it!"
Her face symbolically turned Navy blue as her lower jaw involuntarily dropped. She watched the cashier returning the calculator and her iris inflated-- then she returned her gaze at me. She was almost shattering, "WHAT the Hell?" I waited for that sound to melt - then I kindly said, "Honey, I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while. You're just not in touch with my financial needs as a man, enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman." ...then I paused for the consequence.

She appeared to be thinking toward the rear while holding her intake of breath and when I met her eyes; I saw something comparable to a counting time-bomb in its 0.03rd second remaining to detonate. I looked into her eyes and appealed further, "Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you in debt?"

It turned out clearly that I'm not getting love that night too... but at least she knew how the hell love is.



It turned out clearly that I'm not getting love that night too...

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