"The most magical thing about relationships is realising how much joy one gets from not being selfish, of how much happiness can be gained by making someone else happy. It's the happiness of the first call in the morning and the last one at night; the warm comforting glow of knowing that there is someone for whom you are the most important person in the world. Meet the right person and you are with someone who makes you better, who lifts you out of your worst habits and helps you be the best you can be and being all those things for your partner. It is about cooking meals for the both of you rather than heating up another TV dinner alone. It is about realising and relishing the fact that there are things more precious and pleasurable than me, myself and I."No kids yet then? Call me an old cynic but this sounds like it's either completely made up or it's quite a new relationship. Yet no mention of that essential part of the magic of togetherness - getting in touch with each other's inner sex demon. How boring is that?
There's not a lot of balance here, is there? I've been married and it definitely has its advantages but among the myriad downsides of this arrangement is that occasionally you have to spend time with other married people.
I'm not saying it's always the case but the business of sitting around with a bunch of neutered adults talking about shit that doesn't even matter can be an experience so excruciatingly dull it makes you want to rip out your own eyeballs. Especially if you're stuck in a room with some smug tosser like Sarfraz Manzoor.