I do love you, but seriously. Sex isn’t all about going for the gusto. It’s about communication, trust, intimacy, and respect. YOU can’t just say, “come bang me.” Thank you, Howard Stern.
Furthermore, for me to be in the mood, it can’t always be about you. And I don’t like feeling guilty when I’m not in the mood. I like sex as much as the next girl, but seriously, you can’t give me grief or vent to me about my job/choices/hours away from home and then expect me to *be in the mood*.
What happened to making me feel sexy, wanted, and needed for purposes other than just sex?
Or telling me you’re proud of how hard I work?
Or that you appreciate my zest and love for life?
Or that I try to stay positive and up-beat no matter how down life seems to be?
Or get up with me in the morning and talk to me before we start our day! (and I could also make the bed before I leave for the day! major happy points there!)
Or come to the barn and watch me ride. That would mean a lot, and would be hot!
Stepping down now.