I get disinterested husbands to wake up, grow up and shape up so that they can treat their wives like the goddesses they are.
My fluffing service helps reignite passion, romance and exhilaration in any flagging, stagnating and dysfunctional relationship.
My name is Giacomo Casanova, a former lover of more than 1000 women, turned fluffer.
Is your partner slovenly, slothful and unavailable when it comes to your needs?
Is he more interested in sitting on the couch, with a beer resting on his boep, biltong in fleshy fingers and ogling 30 sweaty men playing rugby on the television, than giving you the attention you deserve?
Do you wish that he was still as romantic, passionate and considerate as he was when he first started dating you and trying to get you into his bed?
If you said yes to everything above, I may be able to help you.
I know my way around women. I know what they like. I know what they need. I know what their dreams are.
Just for the record, I probably didn’t bed more than 1000 women. It was more like 927 (I don’t know why I kept those statistics?)
Women don’t like to be ignored, and why should they be?
They want to be treated like goddesses all the time.
They want their partners to love, respect and cherish them all the time.
I can help with this. You’ve seen me, right? I’m Johnny Depp hot. I’m smouldering, sparkling and sexy. I make women tremble at the knees, and men wish they were me.
Here’s how it works
I start showing you attention, and use my considerable charm to make you feel alive, gorgeous and wanted.
Men have an acutely accurate radar when it comes to competition on their turf. Your partner will quickly pick up that something is afoot, and that a competitor is making a move on you.
Here’s where the magic happens.
He suddenly wakes up to the fact that you’re desirable to someone else, and that he’d better do something about it if he wants to keep you.
He grows a pair, grows up and realises that the gift that is you is right in front of him … he mans up, stands up and fights for you.
He shapes up and shakes off his slovenly, indolent and slothful ways and spruces up a bit. Lots of trimming, lots of gym and lots of loving.
There’ll come a day when he says, “Darling, just bring your toothbrush. We’re going somewhere fabulous for the weekend. I’ve sorted everything.” Swoon … finally he is taking charge. Now that’s a rush, isn’t it?
When that day comes, my job is done. You’re welcome.
My name is Casanova, and if you need your relationship fluffed, you can reach me ℅ Venice. Just ask for me by name, someone will know whose boudoir I’m in, and will call me. I’m at your service.