bring it

the bf and i do it like rabbits. seriously. a lot.

i have never met a match for me in that department, i think perhaps i am too oversexed for most.

then the bf comes along and tries to keep up. who can blame him? we have done it in the worst of times (when i had a broken arm, when he had bronchitis) and the best of times (when we were in cabo, when we were on the kitchen table).

last night, after a fabulous poker night with the girls, i wanted to play poke her.

me: 'babe, let's do it!'
the bf: 'sure. if you want we can do it. but in the future if you want to do it you should come home earlier.'

reeling.

did he just say what i think he said? did we suddenly turn into the couple that has to plan sex? did he actually say, 'come home earlier', as in, 'i'm too tired for sex after 11?' what's happening?

classic bf: 'what about earlier when you didn't want to do it?!'

erroneous. not having time to do it does not count as not wanting to do it. but i admire the effort.

sigh. maybe someday someone will be able to keep up with me.

i love that this blog is mine and not his. no option for rebuttal. hee-hee.