She'd love me more if I were paralyzed. Before taking that 'final step' and becoming paralyzed yourself, talk it over with your mate. See how much deadweight she can carry, and bring in an architect to talk about handrails and ramps. Or work up to it gradually. Tell her your legs are asleep and see how she reacts.
Sex is always better after a potluck dinner.
If I buy her a down jacket, she'll let me watch while she gets it on with another woman. It might work in the Northeast or in certain areas of the Midwest, but a down jacket means nothing to the wife or girlfriend living in the Sun Belt. If you really want to watch her get it on with another woman, the best enticement is still the good old-fashioned denim pocketbook. If she loves me, she's bound to love my terry-cloth animals. Just because a woman loves her own terry-cloth animals doesn't mean she's going to love his.