I started telling my wife I wanted sex every morning before she left for work because it helped me have a better day.
One night I turned to her and said, “I’ve noticed something. Whenever we have sex in the morning, my whole day feels lighter.”
She laughed. “So?”
“So I want us to do it every morning.”
She sat up. “Every morning?”
“Yes. Every single one.”
“You’re joking.”
I kissed her shoulder. “I’m serious. Why are you looking at me like I just asked you to run a marathon?”
“Baby, do you know what you’re asking?”
“You’re my wife. Who else am I supposed to ask?”
“I thought marriage was supposed to give me some peace.”
I smiled. “This is peace. You’ll leave the house happier and I’ll have a good day.”
“What happens when I’m tired?”
“Then I’ll be very convincing until you change your mind.”
We negotiated. I wanted five mornings a week. She offered two. We landed on four, with weekends off so she could “recover.”
The first few days I was thrilled. I’d wake up, climb on top of her, and remind her of our deal. By the middle of the week she was dragging.
Me parece un detalle tan bonito cuando alguien se acuerda de que tenias que hacer algo importante y te pregunta cómo te fue, si lo lograste, si todo salió bien. Ese nivel de atención y cariño está en otro nivel.
chicas, normalicen eso de "así no quiero que me quieran el resto de mi vida" y sigan adelante. Son literalmente la chica soñada de alguien. No se conformen.