bread does get too buttery
I used to date this girl who was very into the idea of being the best girlfriend ever and one of the ways she set out to accomplish this was by regularly waking me up by giving me head.
I’d often regain consciousness to the sensation of her initiating the act, which was great, but –– and I know this might surprise you –– after a while it got old.
Many mornings, I just wanted to sleep in for an extra hour rather than “rise” and shine at 6 am. Head is cool, but having your final hour of sleep stolen away does start to take a toll on a man after a while.
So at a certain point, I started to think maybe I should tell her to chill out a little. Like, hey, I see what you’re doing here and I love the spirit behind the commitment, but… maybe later, ya know?
Yet in the midst of that thought, I had an epiphany:
This isn’t really about me.
This girl is on a mission. Being the best girlfriend ever gives her an identity and purpose and meaning. Who am I to prioritize my own fleeting desires over her deeper needs? Getting my dick sucked at 6 am is about her.
So the wakeup head continued. Morning after morning. I never said a word. Because I am an incredible person.
This is what empathy is like, ladies. Many of you could use some.