A woman meets an elderly man in a bar.
They talk: they connect: they end up leaving together.
They get back to his place, and as he shows her around his apartment, she notices that one wall of his bedroom is completely filled with soft, sweet, cuddly teddy bears.
There are three shelves in the bedroom, with hundreds and hundreds of cute, cuddly bears carefully placed in rows, covering the entire wall!
It’s obvious that he’s taken time to lovingly arrange them, and she’s immediately touched by the amount of thought he’s put into organizing the display.
There were small bears all along the bottom shelf, medium-sized bears covering the length of the middle shelf, and huge, enormous bears running along the top shelf.
She found it strange for an obviously masculine guy to have such a large collection of teddy bears.
She is quite impressed by his sensitive side but doesn’t mention this to him.
They share a bottle of wine and continue talking and after a while, she finds herself thinking, “Oh my God! Maybe, this guy could be the one!”
Maybe he could be the future father of my children? She turns to him and kisses him lightly.
He responds warmly, they continue to kiss, the passion builds, and he romantically lifts her in his arms and carries her into his bedroom where they rip off each other’s clothes and make hot, steamy love.
She’s so overwhelmed that she responds with more passion, more creativity, more heat than she’s ever known.
After an intense, explosive night of raw passion with this sensitive guy, they lie together in the afterglow.
The woman rolls over, gently strokes his chest and asks coyly,
“Well how was it?” The guy gently smiles at her, strokes her cheek, looks deeply into her eyes, and says:
“Help yourself to any prize from the Middle Shelf.”