A few years ago, my wife Victoria and I were still new to the California tech scene.
At the time, we were desperately trying to get our startup off the ground, so networking and funding — and all things “company time” — had consumed our marriage. It was mostly my fault for being so oblivious and obsessive, and when Victoria put a reminder on my calendar that read “fuck me tonight,” I realized not only how long it had been, but that if things didn’t change, I stood to lose more than our cherished startup.
After we fucked our brains out, she kissed me and asked if I wanted more.
“What do you mean? What else besides you could I ask for?”
Victoria smiled. “Well, I’m not saying to replace me, but Stan, maybe we need to rev things up... Leer Más