Sunday, April 10, 2011


So the weekend was a rough one between me and the huzz. For the first time in a long time (ever?) we had a kid free night - all were spending night with friends. So what did we do instead of have a wild night of sex and orgies? We argued about it. Sex, that is. Specifically, his lack of being affectionate and communicative outside the bedroom and how it's killing my libido. So toward the end, after many tears and talks, we found ourselves having a conversation about the fact that in our many years of marriage we never have quickies. He won't have them. He thinks they're unfair to me. I'm a slow-to-O type woman, despite his heroic efforts, and he (as well as I) think it's priority for both of us to get to the promised land. But I was arguing with him that we seldom have time for mine, and that quickies, every now and again, while not giving me the big O, can be an exciting alternative as well as make me more anxious for when we do have time for mine. Oh no, he said. This is a recipe for disaster. It will come back and bite me on the ass. I finally saw how ridiculous this conversation would have sounded to others. I told him to imagine me posting on facebook how I have to beg my husband for quickies. I wonder how many marriage proposals I'd get.

1 comment:

Rachael said...

OMG!! Fighting for a quickie? Maybe you just need to throw him down. See how hard he fights if you just jump him!