She is no longer my sex kitten

When I first met Anna she was the perfect London escorts sexy kitten. Normally I would not get involved with London escorts I date on a personal basis, but I could not resist the temptation that was Anna. Not only had she plenty experience of escorting, but she was the first girl I had ever met who loved to be a little bit risky if you know what I mean. The one thing i like to do is I love to look at my favourite escorts website and book a girl. I had never asked any of the girls from my favorite London escorts service out on a personal date before, but I could not help myself when it came to Anna. I don’t know what happened on our first personal date but we seemed to really connect.

Anna was even wilder than the sexy kitten I booked at London escorts, and I just know that I had met the girl of my dreams. The more time I spent with Anna outside of London escorts, made me realise that I really had to make some of it. Before I knew it I had opened my big mouth and asked Anna to come and live with me. Anna was a bit anxious at first. She was not keen to leave her London escorts, but after a little bit of negotiating, she decided to come and live with me. Anna was so different from the other London escorts that I had met and never really asked for anything. As far as I could tell, under that sex kitten image lived a sweet and innocent girl. To me, at least, she was becoming more adorable day by day.

After we had been living together for a few months, I threw caution to the wind and gave Anna her own credit card. Before then I had been giving her cash but I felt that I could trust her. The first month everything was okay, but then Anna started to see her friends from London escorts again. The girls went shopping together while I was at work, and soon I noticed that all London escorts are rather good at shopping. Let me put it this way, Anna’s credit card bills skyrocket and started to worry me. I was so much in love with Anna that I decided not to say anything about her credit card bills. The last thing I wanted was to upset Anna and end up with her going back to London escorts. However, I did keep an eye on her shopping habits, and I soon noticed that she started to buy jewelry.

That really made me wonder what was going on, and I decided to look into her background. It turned out that Anna had worked for several London escorts services, had her own flat in London, and was a bit of a gold digger. My perfect little sex kitten was not exactly who she claimed to be, and it did not take me very long to realise that I was in fact being had by a very clever young lady. Being the perfect London escorts sex kitten was just her act.

Her Favorite Oxymoron

Webster’s defines oxymoron as “a combination of contradictory or incongruous words.”

Here are a few of my favorite:

Freezer burn, pretty ugly, loose tights, soft rock, numb feeling, minor crisis, only choice, growing smaller, random order, jumbo shrimp, and quite possibly the most wickedly ingenious phrase ever devised by evil marketers and foisted upon unsuspecting consumers like us: shop ‘n’ save.

I doubt you’re aware of it, but your wife has a favorite oxymoron. It’s even more intriguing to her subconscious mind than the aforementioned shop ‘n save. I talk to married women across the country and it’s abundantly clear.

The oxymoron that revs their engine most is this one: Alone together. It’s also what your marriage needs more of. Time. Just the two of you.

No kids. No distractions. No laptops. No dishes in the sink. Just the two of you.

Alone. Together.

A friend of mine vacationed in Europe with his wife this summer. Three whole weeks. Just the two of them. I saw him recently and asked, “How was your trip?” His answer is what prompted this post. His answer is what got me thinking about oxymorons and missed opportunities. He said:

“I didn’t realize it, but it’s what our marriage desperately needed. English isn’t spoken in the villages we visited, so we literally had no one else to talk to. It was like God set us up! We talked about everything. We shared everything. There was more touching, more laughing, more lovemaking, more handholding, more affection…it’s the closest we’ve been in years. Months later, we’re still enjoying the afterglow of those three weeks.”

That brings us to you.

You may not have the luxury of a three-week European vacation, but you do have 30 minutes to take your shoes off, hold her hand, and walk on the beach this weekend. You do have $20 for a few drinks at the local watering hole. You might even have $400 for a few nights out of town.

With a little initiative and effort, there’s something you can do to feed your marriage. Have you held it up to a mirror lately? It’s probably looking a little lean. And like my friend discovered, just-the-two-of-you time could be what it’s starving for.

So, when you pitch your wife with a walk on the beach, or drinks this Friday night, or even a brief jaunt out of town, remember to use her favorite oxymoron: “Wouldn’t that be fun? Just the two of us. Alone together.”

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