It was a calm, cozy evening. A newlywed couple lay in bed, still getting used to the sweet chaos of married life.
Out of nowhere, the husband turned to his wife and asked gently:
“Hey… how many men have you slept with?”
The question hung in the air.
Dangerous territory.
But he didn’t ask with jealousy—just innocent curiosity.
His wife didn’t answer.
She just stared at the ceiling… completely silent.
Trying to lighten the mood, he added:
“Come on, it’s okay. I won’t judge. I just want to know you better.”
She slowly turned her head… took a deep breath… still quiet.
Then he heard her whispering under her breath:
“…1… 2… 3…”
He frowned a little.
Then she continued:
“4… 5… 6…”
His smile disappeared.
Next came:
“7… 8… 9…”
Now he was sweating.
“10… 11… 12…”
He couldn’t take it anymore.
“HEY! Why are you counting out loud?!”
She calmly shrugged:
“Because if you interrupt me, I’ll 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.
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