The monkey never learns. You see, the monkey he loves brown rice, and he knows that if he sticks his hand inside the enclosure, he is going to get shocked. He knows that it will hurt and it will cause him pain, but he loves the rice, so he sticks his hand in the enclosure one more time.
The room seemed incredibly warm, it could have been the wine, sometimes it has that effect on me. Looking across the table, she radiates her beauty and everything has that feeling of being just right. The food is excellent, the waiter is most attentive, and my woman is smiling back at me. I am not hitting all of them out of the park, but I believe I am getting some base hits, it is going to be a good night.
After dinner, I tell her, “I have a surprise for you.”
She looks at me, and then says, “Oh yeah, what could you have after all this? This was terrific.”
Sliding her chair out from the table, I reach down and grab her hand, and then smile, “Walk this way my dear.”
The hallway is basically empty and there are not a lot of people about for a Friday night, I am somewhat surprised. Walking over to the elevator, I punch the button marked up and the doors open.
She looks at me and says, “What’s going on?” I just smile my toothy smile and say … “Be patient.”
Short ride up to the room, I slip the plastic card into the magnetic card reader, the little green light illuminates and there is a distinct metallic click. Opening the door, we walk into the room and she smiles, and then says to me, “Ohhhhh, this is nice.”
So far so good.
I pull her close to me and I breathe in the scent that is my woman, she feels good in my arms, she not only entices me, she excites me at the same time. I kiss her softly and then say to her, “Let’s make love.”
She says, “No we better not.” I am taken back, after all of my scheming, my planning, all of this, she says “NO?”
I ask her why …. She says “the boys might hear us.”
Which just flabbergasts me to no end, I have heard this before, I have heard it far too many times in my life.
Desperately trying to hold onto what sanity I have left I say … “What? Are you kidding me?”
She says, “No. SOMEONE will hear us.”
So I reason with her, maybe this will work. “No one is going to hear anything, let’s get it on.”
She looks at me with those big brown eyes, eyes a man could drown in, and says “Give me one good reason.”
I sigh, and say “Okay. I will give you two.
#1 … Listen, the boys are grown and long gone, the youngest one is 39 years old for cryin’ out loud.
And #2 … we are at the Marriott Inn.”
The poor, poor monkey … he never learns.