Being Nice Is Not Foreplay — V2 (Mexico Barbecue)

All right, so let’s fix the title. Being nice is not foreplay. That’s it. That’s it. Right? I’m tired of having so I can do, like, hey, I am tired. I don’t know about you, but I am cansado. I am tired of having little short, but little short arguments with my wife because she may think I was too nice towards one person or another, especially when the person is of the female, exclusively when the person is of the female thing. Woman, okay? Woman. So, so, and she always gets me on the thing because I’m trying to justify why I was nice, and I’m trying to have a conversation essentially with this honey. You know, sometimes about a best friend. She brings a best friend at home. I got tagged with doing the barbecue, right? We’re in Mexico. Her tall-ass friend comes home. I do a nice spread, you know, the whole shebang. Okay, let me cut to short. It was the whole shebang, and she goes, So when my friend comes, you gotta do all that? Why you being so nice? Why you being so nice? And I’m thinking in the back of my head, I’m not telling her. That’s what I’m telling y’all. I’m thinking in the back of my head. So the outcome of being nice is that what? I will sleep with your best friend? So you think that your best friend is going to misinterpret my niceness for an approach to sleep with her? Or is an excuse that she’s going to sleep with me because I was nice? I don’t know. She needs an excuse of me being nice to sleep with me. I need no excuse to sleep with her. See, that joke doesn’t work that way, like that. Because I don’t need no convincing, and I mean, is it that easy? All I had to do is to open a door or laugh at a joke? Oof. Last time I went to the whorehouse, I had to do more than just laugh at somebody’s joke. It’s at least two drinks plus the entrance plus 500. How do I know that? I do not know that. I read that somewhere. This is ChatGPT talking, guys.