I canât even shop with a woman normally. Sheâs looking at clothes. Iâm stuck on the stockings and shoes she wore out today.
The worst part isnât whether they look good. She gets home, peels them off, knows Iâm staring, and holds them up like sheâs asking if I want them.
I can fake it for two seconds.
If she actually tells me to come over, Iâm more obedient than a dog.
I canât say no to stockings sheâs had on all day.