Beeecause.

Put yourself in our shoes. We work hard, sweat and blood, to come home, and there's no dinner, you're angry that we did not bring in that stupid flower seed and thus don't talk to us properly, and when we try to make a joke, you take it personally and get even angrier, and by then we are just as equally confused as to what to say or rather what NOT to say to keep the pot from boiling over, and finally, the last straw, when its bedtime (aka sexytime) you pout and face the wall and sleep and we are left tinkering our thumbs contemplating the mysteries of the universe.


nowdays couples goto strip clubs or dance restaurants. I hear its better than therapy (and cheaper).