I’ve learned the art of living with a woman. It’s not like the stuff you read in romance novels. For example, I’ve come to realize that my woman’s long hair isn’t just about waves of pure beauty, femininity, and charm cascading all the way down to her waist. It also means lots of thoroughness and attention — first and foremost, on my own part. After all, when she’s lying in bed, I must remember to first remove her hair from the pillow before lying down next to her. Eventually, this becomes a habit.
I’ve come to learn that, if she’s feeling down, I should immediately hug her, find out what’s the matter, and then proceed to calm her down. It doesn’t work like that with me. When I’m in a lousy mood, I don’t like people asking questions and trying to pry things out of me. To cope with moments like this, I need to be on my own.
I’ve come to learn that, even though she never asks for my help, she’s always expecting me to offer it myself. “Don’t bother, honey, I’ll do it!“ ”Oh, I’ll manage everything on my own…» No, she won’t! Or, rather, she’s still waiting for me to insist on helping her. It is important for her to feel like a woman, not a workhorse (this role is far better suited for yours truly). By the way, once you forbid her to lift anything heavier than a rose bouquet, you’ll soon notice her bad moods become less frequent and her radiant smiles turn into a daily possibility!
I’ve learned to see my woman not only as a lover with whom I can share a bed, a bath, or a kitchen table. She’s also a friend whose words I need to listen to carefully. Even when she seems to talk about nothing in particular. A woman is not a mystery, no. I can get a clear answer from my woman on any question, simply by trying to be more attentive. She always expresses her needs with perfect clarity. Always! It is so strange to hear other men say they can’t understand what their women want. Most probably, they simply refuse to understand.
I’ve come to learn that, in a relationship, there’s never merely “myself“ but always ”myself“-squared. Both of you should make steps toward each other until your lips collide. If you prefer to stand still and let your partner cover the whole distance toward you by him- or herself, chances are that one day you will be left behind. Both of you must keep moving. A racing track starting line is no place for the legless… Also, even if you push your other half into the abyss, all is not lost. There’s always a way out of any pit, provided you don’t reject the hand of the one who tipped you there and don’t attempt to drag him or her down after you. For you and your partner, doing something “mutually” or ”in response» means to drink poison out of the same glass while being aware of all the harmful properties.
You’ve got to empty the glass of the stuff that kills and fill it with something heady instead. For instance, take revenge: a dish best served cold. The truth is that this dish doesn’t work, no matter which way it’s served. It doesn’t produce the results you expect and only breeds negativity. On the other hand, a tender touch is more inebriating than the best of wines. Tenderness is by far the best dish you can prepare «in response» to your partner’s actions. But, in this case, it is crucial that you serve it hot!
Finally, I’ve come to learn that when you touch her, what really matters is not the feeling you get at the base of your stomach, but the feeling at the end of your fingertips. If you can make this harp sing it’ll be yours and no one else’s. But you can’t fine-tune your fingers. Either you’ve got the talent, or you don’t…
