Give Me An Intellectual Orgasm First.
You’re sexy. You really are. You’ve got everything women look for in a man (from an evolutionary perspective). Big strong arms that can protect me from potential dangers, a fierce look on your face, an unfuckwithable attitude that will intimidate other potential candidates. You’ve got it all. I can only begin to imagine what it would be like having sex with you. Damn! I can already picture myself having your babies or cooking as I await for you, my tough man, to come home from your busy day.
There’s just one minor issue…You’ve left your brains in the gym.
It was all fun and games until I tried to have a mature conversation with you. You laughed because you were lost for words. It was pretty clear to me you didn’t have much (or any) knowledge on that certain topic. And that’s okay, I’m not a “know-it-all” either. So I decided to ask you a more elementary question, like a “does the Earth revolve around the Sun or is it the other way around?” type of question. Your answer was a “I’m the center of the Universe and everything else is irrelevant” type of answer. And that’s when we clashed.
I smiled and said to myself that’s okay. I was only planning on having sex with you, not marrying you. I tried to convince myself it…
