Is it the way she walks and talks, the way her dresses fall perfectly on her gorgeous curvatures? Is it the desire in her eyes, the one that moves your "inner man" the way the turning stick handles the eba?
I mean, in these years before I have my better half in my house and we are doing things together, my greatest shock has been the amount of energy expended in the kitchen. By the time I was done slicing and cutting and frying and stirring and blowing and draining, my back felt like I had a Dangote truck on my shoulders. I almost lost my appetite, but the devil failed. I will eat the fruit of my labour, thanks.