A woman meets a man in a bar. They talk; they connect;
they end up leaving together.
They get back to his place, and as he shows her
around his apartment, she notices that one wall
of his bedroom is completely filled with soft,
sweet, cuddly teddy bears. There are three shelves
in the bedroom, with hundreds and hundreds of
cute, cuddly teddy bears, carefully placed in
rows covering the entire wall!
It was obvious that he had taken quite
some time to lovingly arrange them and
she was immediately touched by the amount
of thought he had put into organizing the display.
There were small bears all along the bottom
shelf, medium-sized bears covering the length
of the middle shelf, and huge, enormous bears
running all the way along the top shelf.
She found it strange for an obviously masculine
guy to have such a large a collection of Teddy
Bears, but doesn’t mention this to him,
and actually is quite impressed by his sensitive side.
They share a bottle of wine and continue talking
and, after a while, she finds herself thinking,
“Oh my God! Maybe, this guy could be the one!
Maybe he could be the future father my children?”
She turns to him and kisses him lightly on the lips.
He responds warmly.
They continue to kiss, the passion builds, and
he romantically lifts her in his arms and carries
her into his bedroom where they rip off each
other’s clothes and make hot, steamy love.
She is so overwhelmed that she responds
with more passion, more creativity, more
heat than she has ever known. After an intense,
explosive night of raw passion with this sensitive
guy, they are lying there together in the afterglow.
The woman rolls over, gently strokes his
chest and asks coyly, “Well, how was it?”
The guy gently smiles at her, strokes her
cheek, looks deeply into her eyes, and says,
“Help yourself to any prize from the middle shelf.”