First day of preventive COVID isolation.
“Good morning, am I speaking with Mr. Try_A_Man? Yes, I’m the florist so-and-so, I have a bouquet of flowers for you.”
“For me, really?”
“Yes, yes, that’s what it says on the order.”
I open the card:
“A small and sweet thought to be with you during these difficult days.
Your ‘Morning Rose’,
SweetTits.”
Well, who else but her could have sent me flowers?
They’re beautiful roses.
So elegant, just like her.
She sent them white (“you have to earn the red ones”).
It’s a wonderful gesture.
I’m not used to women sending me flowers.
I really appreciate it and immediately call SweetTits to thank her.
Even though we can’t see each other due to isolation, our relationship is growing more and more.
She always has a different way to show she cares about me.
Exactly the opposite of Honey Eyes.
For her, it’s a very important time on the work front and she’s increasingly focused on that aspect.
I really appreciate women who value their professional life. I’m there for her and try to support her. However, I notice she doesn’t pay much attention to me. I’m gradually becoming more of a friend than a lover, and this makes me feel quite neglected.
I tell her about the flowers and send her a picture of the roses.
She responds coldly: “Well, they’re nice, I guess” and quickly changes the subject.
She doesn’t even ask who sent them to me.
It’s a very clear message: that’s not the kind of relationship she wants to have with me.
Days go by, I feel her more and more distant, and I distance myself in turn.
I don’t understand the point of continuing to give her attention in exchange for almost nothing. I now see her as a friend with benefits and… not even a shadow of the mind-blowing sex we had at the beginning.
One evening, she wakes up. She becomes cuddly, interested, horny, my sublime slut to love.
I look at her nostalgically and say.
“You know, it was so beautiful to love you. You don’t reciprocate, and my feelings are fading. But it was so beautiful to love you. I miss it.”
She tries to protest, saying she needs time to fall in love.
“I don’t believe in time. Things happen right away or they don’t happen.
I’ve simply accepted it now.
I don’t want to change you anymore, I don’t want to make you fall in love anymore.”
The evening continues pleasantly. My little friend isn’t cooperating much, I don’t know if it’s because I’m weakened by the meds or due to some strange yogi Tzuru principle.
While I’m in the bathroom, she knocks:
“Um, there was an accident.”
I come out.
She takes me by the hand.
She leads me hopping to the other side of the room, in front of SweetTits’ Roses.
They’re all… shredded.
“Uh, there must have been an accident with the roses. They all got cut up by themselves. I didn’t do anything.
I’m an innocent kitten, meow!”
I look at the petals scattered on the furniture and the floor.
I watch her continue to hop with a fake innocent look.
And I burst into a loud laugh.
20 minutes of laughter.
While she keeps showing the weapon of the crime.
I can’t stop.
She thought I would be furious.
In reality, the roses were already dry and I was going to throw them out the next day.
And I understood the meaning of her gesture.
She sees me more distant and thinks it’s because of SweetTits.
It’s a way to ask for attention to be looked at like I used to.
It could be the start of a relationship revival. But in the following days, she’ll become distant again and caught up in other things.
What will SweetTits say about the misdeed?
Will she be pleased with her rival’s consideration or feel threatened?
We’ll see 🙂
