Suddenly you stood next to me, at this vernissage, where I had already
bored enough. But that you now stood next to me, that promised to be amusing.
You held two glasses of beer in your hands and shone all over your face. That’s
one of the things I really appreciated about you, this unpretentious joy of
life.
„Beer complacent?“, you asked.
„You know that I never say no,“ I
replied, unable to avoid to share your laughing, „But now tell me what
makes you so happy?“
„You know that I’m a happy guy,“ you
said lightly.
„Of course I know that, but today it’s more
than usual. Can that be? „I asked.
„You know me really well,“ you confirmed
with a wink.
„Well then, out with the language,“ I
demanded, because I was really curious.
„You see my wife over there,“ you began,
still hesitant.
„Of course I see her, and if I had not seen
her, she would not have been overlooked, with that late-giver-girlish-provoking
giggle,“ I replied, and as if to confirm it, she let it go at that very
moment Listen, only you diligently ignored my comment. „
„And she is surrounded by men,“ you
continued. Automatically, I looked over and found your statement confirmed, as
well as her lascivious behavior, in the way she repeatedly threw back her hair,
stuck out her chest and rocked on her hip.
„Yes, I can see that, but what does that have
to do with your happiness?“ I still showed myself ignorant.
„All the men around her, everybody wants to
fuck her“, you gave back, while you fluffed like a peacock.
„And that’s what makes you so happy?“ I
asked irritated.
„That’s it, because as a man you have to be
proud to own such a woman,“ you answered.
„So you mean that makes you happy when other
men find your wife fuckable?“ I wanted to make sure because I was not sure
if I understood you correctly.
„Yeah, that’s what they all want and only I
can get her, that’s awesome,“ you said.
„That means, on the one hand, that the only
quality that matters to your wife is that she is fuckable and that she is
permanently confirmed from the outside, but she is simply your property?“,
I tried to summarize your statement.
„That’s the way it is, I’ve always known
you’re a smart girl,“ you affirmed again.
„But that also means that if she were not
fuckable to others, then there would be no qualities left in her and you would
turn away from her?“ I went on, unperturbed.
„Of course, I told her that from the
beginning. If she is not fuckable, she is not adorable. Men are so easy,“ you
admitted without further ado.
„Well then we just hope that she continues to
let the wrinkles splash away, to wipe her face with cosmetics and get her
youthful appearance through all the finesse of artificiality,“ I smugly
returned, but what did not seem to attract attention, „But I would just
speak a word of power, because otherwise she may still forget who owns her.“
Because it was clear that the surrounding men stalked closer and closer to her.
Whether they wanted to settle for the hot-making alone no longer?
„You’re right,“ you went over there and
demonstratively put your arm around her, to signal that everything is mine. As
long as it’s fuckable.
I looked after you. On the other hand, I suppose,
if she’s satisfied with this arrangement and gets her self-esteem to stalk the
men, then I’m fine. I quickly finished my beer and left the scene, because that
doesn’t mean that it suits to me.
I am not sure that most men would say that…. how conscious was she of her attention strategy?
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Most of them would not. It’s a kind of naivity. And if it fits with her, why not.
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