I'm writing to congratulate you on your brilliantly-put-together comment, worthy of an international coverage, which has Sydney Morning Herald reporting it, as can be read here.
Another one to add to the series of other internal affairs recently that has again managed to put Malaysia in the spotlight, albeit an unflattering one. But as they say, any press, rather than none at all, is good press, right? After all, comparing to the Ultraman chasing the tsunami comic, your statement couldn't have possibly done any more damage to Malaysia's image.
I understand that the statement might have been uttered under duress, for not getting it as much as you would have liked to. Well, first of all, let me tell you this : Sex might be a wife's duly duty to her husband, but not one that she can't enjoy herself. Otherwise, God wouldn't have bothered installing the Gs and the Cs, at all the appropriate places, into us. After all those years of being married and you still can't figure out what makes your wife tick, the next time your wife can't squeeze 15 minutes in between 'getting ready to visit the relatives' to be intimate with you, don't be so quick to think that finding a younger, more attractive woman is the solution; it might actually be a sex therapist.
Women don't have a switch on the back of her head that she can instantly turn on whenever you ask for sex. If you don't have a body resembling, Ryan Reynold's, and a drop-dead-gorgeous face like say, Bradley Cooper, just don't expect that your wife will be up to sex the moment you come home from work, belly bulging out from under your shirt (which is for most women unsexy and unattractive, just so you know and are not misguided by self-overestimation), reeking of a combination of sweat and stale perfume, announcing "Let's do it now." It just doesn't work like that.
You have to work your own way around the switches, you know.
I hope you are not offended by my God-honest opinion. I wish you luck in your future endeavors.
Yours sincerely,
Me.
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