Post Date December, 03 2023
I tell you from a woman's personal experience that not all men are like this.
Tell me a story about Mr. C and me.
I met Mr. C when I was in my sophomore year. On my friend's birthday, I invited him to eat and sing K, and he is considered a friend of my friend. He is five years older than me and is currently pursuing a doctoral degree. During the meal, he sat opposite the door on the left side, with a clear and angular face. The collar of the pure white shirt is slightly open, and the wrist is loosely pulled up, simple and slightly luxurious. Actually, he's not particularly good-looking either. It's just that I have a white shirt control, and he happened to be wearing it that day, so I think he looks quite pleasing.
Perhaps it's because I'm pretty good looking and I was wearing a black slim fitting dress that day, which looked fashionable and showed off my figure. Anyway, when he sang K, he took the initiative to talk to me, drank some wine together, and sang a song together. Later, he asked for my phone number and added WeChat.
On WeChat, there are also casual conversations, and sometimes he even asks me out for dinner. Two months later, he confessed to me and we were officially together.
Mr. C is a very gentlemanly man, which is different from the men I have come into contact with before, and this is also something I greatly appreciate about him.
After being with him, we held hands, hugged, kissed, and all went to the canal. But he has never engaged in intimate behavior beyond kissing. Even in the deserted corners of the campus on summer nights, his kiss had already blurred my eyes, and his hands had never walked upstream of my body in a thin dress. His hand was so well behaved, hugging my waist without moving. I tried to pull his hands up to my buttocks and pressed them slightly, but he remained calm and moved his hands back to my waist.
One Saturday, we went to Tianjin to spend the night together. When staying at night, he asked for a double bed room. He took a shower first and lay on his bed in his pajamas watching TV. After taking a shower, I wrapped myself in a towel and came out. He just looked at me and smiled, but didn't take any action. He let me lie on my own bed, covered it with a blanket, took off the towel, and threw it onto his bed. After watching TV for a while, he turned off the lights and went to bed, feeling peaceful all night.
I couldn't help but compare Mr. C with several of my ex boyfriends.
When my ex kissed me for the first time, his hands had already gently penetrated the inside of my shirt and rubbed my back up and down. Without my intuition, he had already unbuttoned BRA's button.
As soon as our previous relationship was established, we were already planning a short trip that required an overnight stay. The first time we opened the room, we asked for a big bed room. As soon as we entered the room, we closed the door and pushed me against it, kissing me. Our right hand slid into the inside of the BRA like a loach, and even took off my clothes without taking a shower. Before I could ask, he had already taken out the condom from his bag, and I didn't even know when he had prepared it.
I suddenly feel that Mr. C is very gentlemanly, very polite, and knows how to respect women. My ex boyfriends used to like me, but they all wanted my body. They always tried to find ways to have sex with me. Only Mr. C really likes me. He doesn't think about sex when he sees me, he just wants to protect me and watch me smile. Yes, Mr. C's affection for me is the true love!
I am fortunate to have found Mr. C as my soul mate, who is worthy of my lifelong companionship.
After three happy months, we went to Lijiang together. At night, he was also in a double bed room, lying in bed watching TV, and I came out after taking a shower wrapped in a towel. What's different is that this time I climbed onto his bed.
Mr. C froze for a moment and watched with a hint of surprise as I crawled into his arms, letting me turn off the TV. I rolled over and leaned onto him, starting to kiss him. I untied the towel and let it slide off my body, presenting my entire self to him. He looked at my body and began to get excited. He rolled over and pressed me under him, taking off his pajamas and kissing me all over. I parted my legs and extended my right hand between his legs, trying to guide him to find the correct position smoothly.
At this moment, I was surprised to find that he was still soft!!!
Later, no matter how proactive I was or how guided I was, he couldn't complete the battle that a man yearned for the most like a man. Later on, he also admitted that he had already known about his impotence and had seen doctors many times, but he had never been cured. He couldn't even complete DIY.
I finally understand why he has always been such a gentleman, always so polite, and always so respectful of me.
Later on, I chose to break up, but I couldn't convince myself to accept him.
Later on, there was no man I dated who was as polite as him. They are like my predecessors except for Mr. C, actively exploring my skin with both hands, unlocking my defense, and using their wisdom to create opportunities to acquire my body. When faced with opportunities, they selflessly fight on the battlefield like soldiers to complete the battle that a man yearns for the most.
I finally understand that a true man should be like this.
