Never Back Down: Challenging Your Wife Can Make For Excellent Chemistry
Romance November 19, 2024
“Yo’ my bottom b*$ch!” I said to my wife as she brought me breakfast.
She stopped and stared. Glaring at me, she asked “What does that mean?”
I have been with this woman for over ten years at this point: I knew what her glare really meant. And I knew what her question really meant.
It meant: “I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt because I may have misheard you. I mean, English is my sixth language and all…so, I’m going to give you this *one* chance to pretend like you didn’t just say what I thought you said.”
I smiled, and kept pushing: “Aye, yo! I’m going to take you to the track! I need you to start training, because I need to make sure you can run fast in heels!”
At this point, she absolutely knew I was joking. Not only because I deliberately used a reference to a Boondocks episode that I knew she would recognize, but because I spoke in an Ebonics-like manner of speaking, trying to emulate the cartoon character “A Pimp Named Slickback”.
And she knows I actually *can’t stand* Ebonics.
She smirked because she knew that I knew that her glare was part of a feminine test. Would I back down? Would I apologize? Would I try to gaslight, pretending like I didn’t say it?
…or would I *own it*? Would I rise to *step into* that frame, unafraid of her backlash (or, at least, courageously willing to endure her backlash), and thereby demonstrate masculine strength of character in a way that would manifest as flirtatious, romantic chemistry?
When you do something to rile a woman by doing or saying something “bad” or “naughty,” a lot of modern males back down.
When, instead, that is *precisely* the moment when they should stare their respective woman in the eyes and *triple-down* on what you just did or said (like smacking her on the ass)…essentially *challenging* her to do something.
May it lead to an argument if she’s not in the mood? Sure. But the chance of that happening is infinitesimally small if she knows your heart. And even if it does happen, you can easily switch back into your actual tone of voice, apologize, and explain you really were just playing around.
I’ll do that sometimes, changing character, such as to speak like an old Viking at a great hall, “Wench! …BRING ME MY MEAD!”
And I’ll say things like that to *deliberately* start something.
What occurs, however, is not an argument…
…but a masculine versus feminine challenge…
…which then leads to highly pleasurable and rough baby-making sessions, especially when she inevitably submits.
🤣👌
But she paused in that current moment, as she placed my breakfast down on my working table.
“What are you listening to?” She asked.
“A YouTube video on the pimp industry,” I responded.
“Ah…why?”
“It’s the next thing I have to protect my daughter from as she grows. It’s what I had to protect *you* from, isn’t it?
Especially after this past incident with our landlord [for people new to me/this page, I am referring to a lawsuit case]? It would simply behoove me to learn the way they think, so as to holistically prevent our daughter from falling victim to it the same way you almost did.”
She nodded, “Developing your inner pimp, I see.”
I referenced Carl Jung and the shadow:
“A tree does not stretch all the way up to heaven unless its roots sink all the way down to hell.”
She stopped and stared. Glaring at me, she asked “What does that mean?”
I have been with this woman for over ten years at this point: I knew what her glare really meant. And I knew what her question really meant.
It meant: “I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt because I may have misheard you. I mean, English is my sixth language and all…so, I’m going to give you this *one* chance to pretend like you didn’t just say what I thought you said.”
I smiled, and kept pushing: “Aye, yo! I’m going to take you to the track! I need you to start training, because I need to make sure you can run fast in heels!”
At this point, she absolutely knew I was joking. Not only because I deliberately used a reference to a Boondocks episode that I knew she would recognize, but because I spoke in an Ebonics-like manner of speaking, trying to emulate the cartoon character “A Pimp Named Slickback”.
And she knows I actually *can’t stand* Ebonics.
She smirked because she knew that I knew that her glare was part of a feminine test. Would I back down? Would I apologize? Would I try to gaslight, pretending like I didn’t say it?
…or would I *own it*? Would I rise to *step into* that frame, unafraid of her backlash (or, at least, courageously willing to endure her backlash), and thereby demonstrate masculine strength of character in a way that would manifest as flirtatious, romantic chemistry?
When you do something to rile a woman by doing or saying something “bad” or “naughty,” a lot of modern males back down.
When, instead, that is *precisely* the moment when they should stare their respective woman in the eyes and *triple-down* on what you just did or said (like smacking her on the ass)…essentially *challenging* her to do something.
May it lead to an argument if she’s not in the mood? Sure. But the chance of that happening is infinitesimally small if she knows your heart. And even if it does happen, you can easily switch back into your actual tone of voice, apologize, and explain you really were just playing around.
I’ll do that sometimes, changing character, such as to speak like an old Viking at a great hall, “Wench! …BRING ME MY MEAD!”
And I’ll say things like that to *deliberately* start something.
What occurs, however, is not an argument…
…but a masculine versus feminine challenge…
…which then leads to highly pleasurable and rough baby-making sessions, especially when she inevitably submits.
🤣👌
But she paused in that current moment, as she placed my breakfast down on my working table.
“What are you listening to?” She asked.
“A YouTube video on the pimp industry,” I responded.
“Ah…why?”
“It’s the next thing I have to protect my daughter from as she grows. It’s what I had to protect *you* from, isn’t it?
Especially after this past incident with our landlord [for people new to me/this page, I am referring to a lawsuit case]? It would simply behoove me to learn the way they think, so as to holistically prevent our daughter from falling victim to it the same way you almost did.”
She nodded, “Developing your inner pimp, I see.”
I referenced Carl Jung and the shadow:
“A tree does not stretch all the way up to heaven unless its roots sink all the way down to hell.”
