It was a peaceful evening. A newlywed couple lay in bed, enjoying the comfort of each other’s presence. They had only been married for a short while, still getting used to the rhythms of sharing their lives so intimately.
As they lay there, the husband suddenly turned to his wife, curiosity tugging at him.
“Hey,” he said softly, “how many men have you slept with?”
The question hung in the air. It was one of those questions that could lead to either a deeper connection or some very awkward tension. But he didn’t ask with anger or suspicion—just open, honest curiosity. He figured, if we’re building a life together, we should be able to talk about anything—even the past.
But his wife said nothing. She just lay there, staring at the ceiling, completely silent.
The husband noticed her hesitation and tried to reassure her. “Come on, it’s okay. I won’t judge. I just want to know you better.”
She took a deep breath, then slowly turned to him, still quiet.
A few seconds passed… then he noticed her whispering softly under her breath:
“…1… 2… 3…”
He was a bit confused but stayed quiet, trying to process it.
Then she kept going:
“4… 5… 6…”
His smile started to fade.
“7… 8… 9…”
He sat up a little, now visibly uncomfortable.
“10… 11… 12…”
“HEY! Why are you counting out loud?” he finally asked, now clearly nervous.
She shrugged and replied:
“Because if you interrupt me, I lose count and have to start all over again.”
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Moral of the story:
Don’t ask questions if you’re not ready for the answers.
