They had been married 25 years and she said she was tired of his lack of spontaneity. She was tired of monotonic activities and couldn't stand it any more.
She said all he did was write, eat and sleep. Repeat. Their love making was becoming a disaster.
he watched how other men paid huge bills for a dance that wasn't even up to an hour...
A renowned poet had no business in a bar full of strippers drowning his sorrow.
"Yeah I am fine.", the poet said. "My wife just left me."
"I'm sorry hon. That must be really hard."
"You have no idea"
"Is that why you paid extra extra for the physical contact?"
"Yeah"
"Okay. Say no more"
She asked him, in the middle of the sensation he was feeling.
The poet said,
"Spontaneity."
"Say no more hon."
Joyce, with a smile licked the blood off her face and said,
"Well there goes your spontaneity."
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