This happens with almost all couples. Sooner or later, something disappears somewhere. Women believe this love and romance. Men - it's feminine desire. But the big question is, what are the causes of this phenomenon and how to deal with it.
For my grandmother either the first or second question did not exist: she always knew all the answers.
- Honey, what you do for a relationship? You're only thirty-five, you are, by and large, not even middle-aged, and already she'd forgotten that you - a representative of the weaker sex. Naturally, I forgot about it and your man. When was the last time you kissed your hands?
Frankly, I would prefer a more pragmatic expression of love. For example, some convenient practical gift ...
But my grandmother was categorical:
- Believe me, nothing refreshing feeling as humbly bowed his head over your hand with light gray ...
My gray Max was not, but I, in principle, would not mind that at times he leaned over my hand. After a frank conversation with grandma, I even suspected that the hands of women - the most erogenous zone.
Well, not for nothing that in all sorts of sophisticated lovers of ladies' novels acquaintance with a kiss pen. First, back of the hand, then - the interior, and then - you know. In short, I decided to hint to her husband, that would be worth playing in romance. He looked at my hands, and ironic, is not mysterious smile.
Yes, I still have the figure of a very personal (with my work schedule did not work up too much fat), the face, of course, it is far from being so fresh as we would like, but if you apply war paint, then you can live, even colleagues say pretty. Grace and ease of movement are present, but the hand ... Grandma really pointed me to a serious gap.
After careful consideration of its front legs, I understand the meaning of an ironic smile husband hardened, exhausted every possible domestic concerns, with a complete lack of manicure and traces of chemical burns (the day before the younger patches are displayed on the favorite T-shirt), scratched (rescued the cat from the aquarium after an unsuccessful "fishing" ) hands, of course, could not cause feelings of tenderness and desire ...
At that moment, I wondered: what if the hand is really erogenous zone? Then I think I satisfy itself, and with a very big success. The fact that I was raised as a "creator of the future unit of society", that is, from childhood I was ready to participate appliance.
My grandmother, is intellectual has one of the old school, I tried to instill in femininity, but she was in the minority, and her voice was drowned in a chorus of "social activists." But now I am determined to heed the opinion of the grandmother. Although, if only because of its civil husband, that is my "grandfather", I fit a father.
So, the first thing I did - brought their hands in the divine appearance. Of course, acrylic nails flew into penny. Painting them was just superb, so I somehow become thoughtful: how long you can delay the wash, so that, God forbid, do not damage the expensive beauty?
And when still part of the household began to perform the conjugal duty, then, of course, unaccustomed to work with these claws, I managed to break just two. True, I immediately built up them again.
I must say that all the beauty of my hands Max noticed immediately, but somewhere about two weeks later, when I was thinking to score on Babulin idea. He found my pursuit of perfection only when wondered why our monthly budget is melting faster than usual.
And the manifestations of temperament in our conversation on the topic of romance was then much more than I expected. I even broke a couple of nails "in a fit of passion." But a week later, when her husband resigned from my thirst for beauty, we have an automatic washing machine. And dishwasher too.
Max realized that cheaper loan to pay for this technique than ever to correct appearance flaws that appeared in my communication with homework. Moreover, he even said that I was "a monkey with a grenade."
We, as a family, this means that a woman with such a complex technology may fail, and therefore a significant part of my former responsibilities migrated to my technically educated husband.
Of course, I did not say anything about the monkey, but I thought that it will be necessary to work on a little more, perhaps, begin to think about what and who speaks! Therefore I enrolled in the pool and go there without fail every time after a sauna.
And when I'm at your leisure (still free time - a good thing) I thought that it would be nice to make a facelift, my husband became more and more repeat what I am beautiful, and he loves me.
He became jealous! By the swimming coach, colleagues, for whom, perhaps, I am trying to neighbors and lamppost ....
And he began to regularly in the evening kissing my hand. And not only…
P.S. And my grandmother said to me recently that a real woman, real women should be jewelry (preferably polished), natural fur (rabbit fur coat does not count).
Give it all should be a real man, whose real woman is simply obliged to be at my age (after such investment it will take care of your beloved, as the apple of the eye)!
I, by the way, about a year consider myself a present, so it's time to cook her husband - because one of these days we will pay the balance of the loan for home appliances ...
Author: Dana
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