A woman meets a man in a bar.
They talk; they connect; they end up leaving together..
They get back to his place. As he shows her around his apartment, she notices that one wall of his bedroom is completely filled with soft, sweet, cuddly teddy bears.
There are hundreds and hundreds of cute, cuddly teddy bears carefully placed on three shelves, covering the entire wall. It was obvious that he had taken quite some time to lovingly arrange them.
She was immediately touched by the amount of thought he had put into organizing the display.
There were small bears all along the bottom shelf, medium-sized bears covering the length of the middle shelf, and huge, enormous bears running all the way along the top shelf.
She found it strange for an obviously masculine guy, to have such a large collection of Teddy Bears. She is quite impressed by his sensitive side.
They share a bottle of wine and continue talking and, after awhile, she finds herself thinking, "Oh my God!"
"Maybe, this guy could be the one!"
"Maybe he could be the future father of my children?"
She turns to him and kisses him lightly on the lips.
He responds warmly.
They continue to kiss, the passion builds.
And he romantically lifts her in his arms and carries her into his bedroom.
They rip off each others clothes and the most passionate lovemaking session she has ever known ensues.
She is so overwhelmed that she responds with more energy, more creativity, more heat than she has ever known.
After an intense, explosive night of raw passion with this sensitive guy, they are lying there together in the afterglow.
The woman rolls over, gently strokes his chest and asks coyly, "Well, how was it?"
The guy gently smiles at her, strokes her cheek, looks deeply into her eyes, and says:
"Help yourself to any prize from the middle shelf."
(H/T Doug Ross)
2 comments:
Middle shelf, heh.
Harper, I'm sure you'd qualify for the top shelf.
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