<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27029600</id><updated>2011-10-02T04:09:19.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't feel like it!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anilgovindaiah2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27029600/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anilgovindaiah2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anil Govindaiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945458829563166045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27029600.post-114605956927434094</id><published>2006-04-26T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T01:51:25.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't feel like it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4513/2601/1600/100_1042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4513/2601/320/100_1042.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excerpt -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;lt; -- quote&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never quite figured out why the sexual urge of men and women differ so much. And I never have figured out the whole Venus and Mars thing. I have never figured out why men think with their head and women with their heart. I have never figured out why the sexual desire gene gets thrown into a state of turmoil, when it hears the words "I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, last night, my wife and I were getting into bed. Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says, "I don't feel like it, I just want you to hold me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "WHAT????!!! What was that?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she says the words that every husband on the planet dreads to hear..."You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She responded to my puzzled look by saying, "Can't you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?" Realizing that nothing was going to happen tonight I went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I opted to take the day off of work to spend time with her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big unnamed department store. I walked around with her while she tried on several different very expensive outfits. She couldn't decide which one to take so I told her we'd just buy them all. She wanted new shoes to compliment her new clothes, so I said lets get a pair for each outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on to the jewelry department where she picked out a pair of diamond earrings. Let me tell you...she was so excited. She must have thought I was one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me because she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn't even know how to play tennis. I think I threw her for a loop when I said, "That's fine, honey." She was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling with excited anticipation she finally said, "I think this is all dear, let's go to the cashier". I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, "No honey, I don't feel like it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled "WHAT???!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then said, "Really honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while. You're just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me I added, "Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm not having sex tonight either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;quote --&amp;gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27029600-114605956927434094?l=anilgovindaiah2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anilgovindaiah2.blogspot.com/feeds/114605956927434094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27029600&amp;postID=114605956927434094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27029600/posts/default/114605956927434094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27029600/posts/default/114605956927434094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anilgovindaiah2.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-dont-feel-like-it.html' title='I don&apos;t feel like it!'/><author><name>Anil Govindaiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945458829563166045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
