Generic Viagra Wakens the Slumbering Beast

I'd seen that look of disappointment in Anna's eyes one too many times. I knew that this was the last time. Was it time to buy Generic Viagra? Generic Cialis, maybe? This was, as the French say, the "drop of water that makes the vase overflow." In plain English: the straw that broke the camel's back. Because, quite honestly, I hadn't made her overflow for longer than I'd care to remember. Hell, forget overflowing- she hadn't had a drop. I thought again about Generic Viagra. It was time- I had to try something. I felt like a tired old rubber hose rotting somewhere in a garden. I was the camel whose back was broken. My tired, sand-swept head dangled on its long and once-proud neck, without a sign of life. I wasn't likely to be leading Anna on that trans-Saharan caravan anytime soon. Not without some Generic Viagra or Generic Cialis.

It's that look in your woman's eyes that gets to you- more than any insult, any tears or hysterics, or the nagging about ordering some Generic Cialis. It's that helpless, sad puppy dog look- that broken-hearted look that just begs you to pet it. Well, petting has been about all I've been capable of lately. I'd pet, pet, pet- well, most of the time, ask her to pet me, hoping and praying for some sign of life from that slumbering beast in the thicket. I hope it could be revived without any Generic Viagraor Generic Cialis. I was stubborn like that. Anna was more practical. Of course, she'd long known about Generic Viagra. But recently, friends had starting raving about Generic Cialis as well. She was ready to try anything.

But more about that slumbering beast, before Generic Viagra. The thing was driving me mad! It was like some rebellious limb, refusing to obey my will. Sometimes, at her touch, it would raise its head sleepily, as if ready to go out on the hunt. It perked up, stuck its head out of its cave, and looked around a bit. And I dared to hope. But imagine my horror when, once again, its eyes- well, eye- glazed over tiredly, and it rolled back over on its side, to continue its hibernation. I wondered if Generic Cialis could call this sleeping giant back to life. But I was as stubborn as it was. I put off ordering any Generic Viagra. Instead, I just followed the beast's example, rolling over pathetically in my bed, assuming the fetal position (the only position I'd been in recently). I pulled the covers over me, and turned out the light. I wanted to escape from the harsh light of reality.

Drowning in a storm of frustration and sexual despair, I dreamed of Generic Viagra, as if it were some tall lighthouse, shining proudly on a rocky shore. I imagined that a lifesaver had been thrown to me. Then, of course, I imagined that I was the lighthouse, shoving all of my rock-hard, brick-red girth into the hole of the lifesaver. God, I thought- Freud would have a field day with me. At least I found release in my dreams. But I wanted real satisfaction. I wanted Generic Viagra.

This was my life of frustration, until finally I ordered Generic Viagra. Today I look back on it as if it were some long nightmare. It's not only as if I've won Anna back again- I've won myself back. I can look with confidence at her, and in the mirror. I wonder what took me so long to break down and order Generic Viagra? Stubbornness, I suppose, that only harms itself.