Let me share the story of how I met my wife.

I'm currently on a business trip. I just finished a long phone call with my wife, so I'm writing this to share with you all before going to sleep.
In a previous post, I mentioned that my wife and I met while working at Pizza Hut. At the time, my girlfriend had cheated on me, and things had unexpectedly developed into a casual sex relationship, though she was the one who contacted me most of the time. Thinking about it now, I feel like a gigolo. So, having been broken up with her for a while, I was ready for a new relationship.
Because Pizza Hut has long hours, with morning and evening shifts, my wife was always on the morning shift, while I was a student working part-time there. For a long time, we knew of each other's existence but never spoke.
My wife is beautiful, with a pure and innocent look. When she was younger, she looked like a Japanese drama heroine—lively, energetic, and always smiling. So, she was never short of guys who flirted with her. After we got married, I jokingly told her, "Aren't you the legendary 'green tea bitch'?" My wife retorted, "Did I ever say I'd never been in a relationship or was a virgin? It's all just wishful thinking on your part." That's not wrong. It's all because of her face—that innocent, harmless little rabbit image. Actually, thinking about the details, my wife is very proactive when pursuing men, especially in bed.
Take that colleague she was flirting with, for example. My wife said she hinted to him that he could ask her out. A week before we officially met, they had their first date—dinner, a movie—nothing happened; the guy was too shy. Two days later, they had lunch together, and my wife said they held hands. Then, the protagonist of the story gradually became me. Let me clarify: they held hands, went on dates, but didn't establish a relationship. My wife later said her goals were twofold: one, she'd been single for several months and wanted a reliable boyfriend, preferably someone she could marry; two, she wanted a man, as she didn't like masturbation or using toys. My wife once proudly said, "If a woman wants to have sex, she'll be fine with anything."
All the colleagues in the kitchen knew about their dates, and we teased the guy for days. Then, about a week after their date, the restaurant held a New Year's dinner, which was also a team-building activity. My wife and I sat next to each other, while that colleague sat on the other side. To be honest, it was the first time I'd been so close to my wife. I remember feeling quite pathetic; during the meal, my wife toasted me, smiled at me, and I actually got an erection. Ah, youth is wonderful; now, she has to give me a blowjob first before I can get a full erection. This dinner was how my wife and I got to know each other, exchanging basic information like names, ages, and hometowns. After dinner, some of us went to a karaoke bar. Since everyone had drunk a bit, the young men and women were having a pretty wild time. Because my wife and that colleague were the only couple present, they naturally became the focus of everyone's attention, with all sorts of dirty jokes and teasing. I remember feeling a pang of jealousy; I knew I was starting to like this girl. I even regretted not getting to know her sooner—it was just a few days short! At the karaoke bar, everyone drank some more. Because of the alcohol, my wife was having a lot of fun and even kissed that guy. The atmosphere was quite lively that day. Luckily, the guy couldn't hold his liquor and got drunk. I got a few people to take him home, and then, rather shamelessly, I chose to take my wife home. We walked about three kilometers together back to her house. My wife later said she felt relaxed chatting with me, especially after having a few drinks. Otherwise, she would have just asked me to take her home in a taxi; she would never have walked with me like a couple, since I wasn't her target at the time.
That's how my wife and I got to know each other. After three days of internal struggle, including asking the male colleague and learning they weren't officially dating, I asked my wife out alone on the fifth day after the dinner. Later, I asked my wife about it, and she said the guy was too timid and cowardly, too afraid to even say he wanted to be her girlfriend. She wondered if she expected a girl to ask him out. In short, my wife was a little disappointed and anxious, but she had a good impression of me, so she decided to give it a try. My wife says I deserve full marks for my ambition because I brought up the topic of being boyfriend and girlfriend on our first date. She played hard to get, saying she needed to think about it and that if I wore a white dress to work the next day, it meant she agreed. The next day, I saw she was wearing jeans, and I was so disappointed I ruined several pizzas. Then, after the lunch rush, before leaving work, she told me to wait for her for dinner, and I was instantly energized. Good heavens, I've been dating since middle school, so I'm quite experienced, yet I was played by this green tea bitch.

So, we went on a second date that night: dinner, a movie, holding hands, kissing. Then came the sex act—she came home with me.
I should mention that my wife does look quite innocent, not glamorous. I thought I'd lose her virginity again, but when we got home, she initiated a passionate kiss and even gave me oral sex. My wife is the fifth woman I've slept with; the previous four were classmates or something. I've never met a girl this proactive. Later, I gradually learned that this girl had been "trained" by her previous boyfriends, and when she met me, she just wanted to find a good man to marry.
So, on the seventh day after my wife and I officially met, we slept together. Not long after, I stopped working at that shop because I still felt awkward, like I'd stolen my friend's girlfriend, even though my wife always said it wasn't true.
That guy was indeed quite honest and shy; he didn't do anything after my wife and I became a couple.
About a year later, I graduated and went back to my hometown to work, and my wife went with me. We broke off contact with that guy; my wife only kept his QQ number.
Years later, my wife went back to that city to visit her parents and met that guy again. By then, he was married and owned a tea restaurant. My wife ate something at the restaurant and left. Before leaving, she hugged him and kissed him, making him extremely embarrassed.

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