That's the key. Everyone is more interested in themselves than others. This is a basic premise in sales, psychology, prostitution and (at the risk of redundancy) politics.
My Baby, the Princess, is having a birthday soon and while I'm busy planning to spoil her, love her and make her time special she goes and...
Gets me a gift.
A watch. A Lucien Piccard. Not because I need one, but because she wants to be freaking wonderful.
When I found her, I was not searching.
In her, I see the best that I can be.
In me, she knows that I am her rock.
God has a plan, you can fight it, or you can enjoy the ride.
Happy Birthday Princess Sexpot!