Okay, so let’s do it.
Let talk about SEX.
(Dad, go away.)
Or lack thereof, I suppose.
(Mom, you go away too. I am so not into a lecture over this.)
I consider it to be sort of like the laundry in two ways.
First, that it is sort of a chore, especially when done at the end of a long day. Like laundry, it’s just difficult to get it started when at first it seems so daunting. But, once you getter done, you feel better.
Second, in that it, like laundry, NEEDS to be done. When you wonder aloud how a person can possibly not 'get to it' regularly, you need to also consider that that person is probably also wondering how you can possibly NEED it and WANT it done so often.
Don’t you get the same 'job well done' pleasure from a chocolate bar or a good book?
And if a person isn't meeting that need. Just look after it yourself. While it is always nice to have someone else do it for you, if they don’t, then sometimes you just have to take the initiative.
I think it should be more of an annual celebration, personally.
Now, I’m not divulging personal crap about myself, more just stuff that rambles around in this empty space in my head.
This probably falls under the too much information category, and it's probably going to get me in trouble (again). I'm so rarely OUT of the doghouse that I probably wouldn't know what the heck to do with myself anyway.
(Snicker. Snicker. Grin.)