The other night, the husband and I had the brilliant idea that we should feed the kids dinner early, move them along the path of pajamas and bedtime, and get them all down before 8 pm, upon which time we would enjoy some Tivo'd shows and a grown-up dinner with wine...to be followed by some SEX.
Everything was going beautifully until about 9 pm when, tipsy on pinot noir and inspired by something we'd just seen on TV, I asked what I thought was an innocent question about one of the kids. Before I knew it we were deep into a parenting discussion that, fueled by wine-loosened lips, quickly escalated into something ugly. Finally I realized there was no way in hell I was going to sleep with that man that night, so I set down my wine glass (wish I could have slammed it, but it's really nice crystal from the wedding) and stormed off to bed.
What a waste.
The moral of the story is, when you're setting up a romantic evening and getting your buzz on, for orgasm's sake, don't bring up any thorny issues or let yourself get dragged into a "discussion."
Maybe we should have been watching porn instead.
The "discussions" seem to come out of nowhere, no? The same guy who wants sex so badly is the first one to say some stupid shit to ruin everything. A nice, normal conversation post-kid-bedtime somehow yielded "you're not as good at [oral] as you used to be" Um. . .that's kind of a turn-off. Like, a permanent turn-off. Am I being a baby about it?
ReplyDeleteJen*! I've had the same issue. Except he didn't know that he was gettin' any, so he didn't know that he shut himself down. In the future, I'm telling him, if only to get a better behaved husband.
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