A year ago, I was struggling quite a bit with the fact that I didn\u2019t have a wife, or even a girlfriend. On the one hand, I was perfectly happy being able to live my life freely, exactly the way I wanted. No need to bend over backwards to accommodate a woman\u2019s whims and demands. On the other hand, I had to admit that I had needs of my own.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Of course, I can take care of those needs myself, with my own two hands. But somehow, it just doesn\u2019t feel quite right. A man can only have so many intimate conversations with his right hand before he starts wishing for a little more variety.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then, quite by chance, I met a young university student. She was extremely attractive, had a magnificent figure, and possessed a face that looked as though it had been sculpted by a master.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Unfortunately, she had made a rather spectacular mess of her finances. She was in debt, couldn\u2019t afford her rent, and was struggling to find enough money even to buy food.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Being the kind-hearted gentleman that I am, I offered to help her get back on her feet financially. Naturally, I wasn\u2019t quite the saint I might have appeared to be. We discussed what we both wanted from the arrangement and eventually came to an agreement that suited us both. I won\u2019t bore you with the private details, but let\u2019s just say that neither of us had much reason to complain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Initially, she wasn\u2019t particularly enthusiastic about the whole idea. But as we got to know each other, things began to work out better and better. We both got what we wanted out of the arrangement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My emotional struggle over not having a girlfriend practically disappeared, while her financial situation improved considerably. A clear win-win situation, if you ask me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In fact, I\u2019d say that over the past year, we\u2019ve even become good friends. We were both genuinely happy that we had ended up with this particular arrangement. Sometimes, life has a funny way of solving problems that conventional wisdom insists should be solved in a more conventional manner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yesterday was the first anniversary of our initial meeting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She\u2019s bisexual and is dating another girl. On several occasions, I\u2019d suggested that she bring her girlfriend along when she came to visit me. She\u2019d always refused before, but this time, in honour of our anniversary and as a gesture of gratitude, she surprised me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They came together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I have to say, it was like a dream come true.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I can hardly remember many occasions in my life when I\u2019ve been as happy as I was yesterday, sitting on my sofa with a glass of wine in my hand, watching the two of them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One was vacuuming the carpet while the other was washing the floors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now that\u2019s what I call a happy ending.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I can die a happy man!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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