Endorphin Overdose

What is it about good sex that makes a woman so...agreeable?

Bad sex? I clean a closet. No sex? I'm too cranky to be around. But good sex? I find myself piable, relaxed, smiling, and too blissed out to move.

It's kind of cold....too much trouble to get the covers. I need to be somewhere....it will wait. The dog wants to go out...okay, so the dog waits for no one.

So as I lay there, with my brain being the only thing that moves, I realize most of the trouble I get into happens at moments like this.

I'm usually pissed off at you...suddenly that seems unimportant. This was a bad idea...oh well, we all do stupid things. You suggest we try something reckless, dangerous, and irresponsible...why not?