I can’t even shop with a woman normally. She’s looking at clothes. I’m stuck on the stockings and shoes she wore out today.
The worst part isn’t whether they look good. She gets home, peels them off, knows I’m staring, and holds them up like she’s asking if I want them.
I can fake it for two seconds.
If she actually tells me to come over, I’m more obedient than a dog.
I can’t say no to stockings she’s had on all day.