When you are the chosen one in a marriage, you are Henpecked (no
gender-bias here)!
When I got to date a charming lady, I spoke English! Well, no ...not a futile vanity notion of appearing sophisticated or at least educated. Only that after failing a dozen encounters, a friendly advice was being adhered to.
The idea was, if you speak English, no one is listening! …so, whatever may you say, won’t matter. Just look interested, act gentle, be ears and smile. Drop a short sentence here and there.
Unlike native tongue, once spoken, will compulsively be interpreted, dissected and expounded, English won’t ever stand against you.
So, marriage, that it was! The first sex though, was English too...
Hold your horses …Sex was obviously silent and naïve. What you expect from someone speaking English to get hooked? Speaking English in pivotal matters, is like a poultry chicken being ecstatic – while pulled out of its cage!
Over the years, as we mature like good old wine, you realise, no
matter what language you spoke (or for that matter, what you spoke), when
you are the center of the stage in a marriage, you are Henpecked (no gender-bias
here)!
Cheers you dead meat!
PS: English is a fine language & chickens are cute ( …good to taste too).
