My wife is the pant wearer in our marriage. Yep, kinda, sorta. She said I am pumped full of estrogen. Well kinda pumped full, sorta. If I am, then she’s full of testerone. At night, she wants to have sex. I am sometimes happy to just talk. With three little ones, we never get to talk anymore. Not that I mind having sex but a little ‘tell me about your day’ sounds sooo good!
Last night I was rubbing her suggestively, at least to her. To me it was just a loving touch, not a sign that my tired ass needed some play. As soon as I saw that she was getting too aroused for my liking, I stopped and rolled over in my best, “Ok, goodnight, I’m off to la la land” impression. It was almost 10pm for goodness sake! I had to get up at 5am for work!
She said, ‘Most guys would kill to be in your shoe’ and I didn’t doubt her. In fact, give me a good rest and I would kill for what she had to offer too. Maybe it’s the older guy younger woman thing. Maybe I should head over and ask Katie from Sassandbalderdash about this one. She has some experience in this type of situation but I’m not sure if she has the intestinal fortitude to air it. She’s not as incognito as I am. Sorry Katie, inbox me. Let’s chat. Is Mr. Craiglist in the same boat?
As soon as I’m done writing this, in fact right now, I’m going to head upstairs and do my husbandly duty. No more estrogen-laden excuses. Honey, can’t we just do it?