That's why I said I'd eat you alive. You'd be throwing chairs against walls all over again. I'd want you to be puppy dog and receptive to petting me and telling me I'm pretty. You'd be drained and withdraw affection. I'd look elsewhere. R on the skids again. And that comes back around to my point about working on your puppy dog. Almost all women love that. Trust me....from afar of course.
