In the battle for his love, I am the uncontested winner.
In the battle for his attention, no amount of glances -coy or pleading-, cajoling, wheedling, bargaining, promising, or begging can pry him from the arms of his other lover.
I've told him we should get a pool boy.
Or a tennis pro.
Or a milkman.
Or at least a dog, because I've heard they're good attention-givers.
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