Oh, lighten up a bit. Not everything has to be about D/s.
I heard a joke recently: I changed the GPS voice to male, and now he says, "Just keep driving. It's somewhere around here."
In our version it would be somewhere along the lines:
Me: May I punch in the address into GPS?
Him: No, I know where it is.
Him: No, I know where it is.
The jokes about men not willing to ask for directions, it's like beating a dead horse, but still, I wonder if someone out there wrote a thesis or two about the psychological roots of this fascinating phenomenon..
I have to admit that with years I became more tolerable as a backseat driver, now just occasionally inquiring if he is training for the next Formula 1 race, when he switches lanes not according to my definition of normal. Or asking gently not to cause me a heart attack on the road, as it would be a great inconvenience to him.
What kind of backseat driver are you?
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