XY: No story?
XY: You haven’t told me a story lately. I miss them.
XX: Aren’t you sweet?
XY: I’m not sweet, I’m greedy. Are there any more?
XX: There are tons but I’m not sure where you want to go.
XY: What do you mean?
XX: We’ve walked in the rain. We’ve chatted. We’ve been to lunch. I chopped garlic in front of you, smacked you and sewed you. You tempted me with watching TV. We finally had a drink and even danced. Then we went to bed and I stole your shirt. So what now, do you want our first fight…the wedding…the delivery room scene…? Or just more sex?
XY: Those are fictionalized accounts of real moments (except the sex). I want the real moments.
XX: I see.
XY: And more fictionalized sex of course 🙂
XX: I see.
XY: Actually you could skip the real moments all together, who am I kidding here…
XX: (Head in hands)…When it comes to male nature, I am often too stupid to live.
XY: By the way…is there more?
XX: More sex?
XX: Of course there’s more, dumbass…but it’s going to cost you.
XY: Cost me what, what’s the payment plan?
XX: Your moments.
XY: I see
XX: If you don’t have them, make them up.
XY: Of course I have them, dumbass. So what is the trade-off here? One moment gets me what…? One story? One sex scene?
XX: Either one story from reality, or one paragraph of fictionalized sex.
XY: A paragraph…this could take a while
XX: (gleefully) I know!!