Boyfriend is out of town this weekend, again, darn his sexy hide.
Ah, well, he has promised me much dancing to make up for this lack when he returns. I begin to suspect that I am too easily consoled. I would ask for new lingerie, but I do not wish to reward him for depriving me of his company. Yet, I do not want to make Boyfriend's pennance aversive conditioning, either.
Such a fine line, these silly, charming men, and how to handle them.
Ah! He has promised dancing. I shall request that he learn to Tango.
Heh... Truly, it's less of a pennance than a win-win. If you've ever seen a Tango done properly you know what I mean.