Post by Merrilyn Monroe @ http://momentswithmerrilyn.blogspot.com
I read somewhere that if you’re in a relationship, and don’t have sex with your partner at least once a week, that you’re in a loveless relationship. Hmmm…. that must have been written by someone who doesn’t have kids, has a cook and a maid and doesn’t have to work…or they’re an octopus. I’ve always been a super busy person; I’m always reading, learning and trying to be stimulated, brain-wise that is. My “list” is never done but does get forwarded to the next day….usually. I have more than one career, because I’m never satisfied with the one I have, and my 15 plus hobbies and other goals are completely self-induced. I’m ok with that.
Even though I’m busy, I do believe that partners need to take care of each other, yes, in that way…sexually. If you don’t, someone else will. Just ask some of our politicians. So I try to put my best foot forward, and find ways to make it not seem like another chore. It gets hard when a normal day consists of filling “the list” of other peoples’ demands, from bosses to hubby, kids, and anyone else in the universe that wants me to do something for them.
So when “the time” comes, there’s some subtle and not-so subtle ways to let the other person know that it’s “time”. Some people ask “are you coming to bed?” which you can dodge with the proverbial “headache”. Some people just maul you once you are in bed, but if you wait long enough, they’ll be sleeping like a baby. My hubby used Axe body spray to let me know, and I’m the moron who bought it for him last Christmas. I did it as a joke, because the commercials always show chicks going wild over it. I think it’s meant to be sprayed on lightly, but hubby liked to marinade in it. It actually nauseated me, so I’ve slowly and subtly thrown them away, they’re all gone now. Whew.
The other scent problem is that hubby bought me a retired fragrance for Christmas last year; he said it drove him crazy and it reminded him of his college days. That’s one creepy reason I wouldn’t wear it….the other reason is that it smelled like a mix of Red Door , Elizabeth Taylor’s Diamonds and toilet bowl cleaner. It physically made me want to barf, so that’s gone too.
I’ve been doing some research and I resolved to buy some pheromones. If figure, hey, if it works for animals, they must be doing something right. I found that they’re a powerful chemical that trigger a positive social and sexual response in members of the same species. Good news, I wouldn’t want to use some and have a deer or a squirrel come after me. Some of the claims from manufactures say that pheromones can provide a spark for your current relationship, put yourself at ease and make sex more enjoyable, encourage the opposite sex to smile and talk to you, provide more dates , and boost your self-confidence while making you more sexually attractive. I think I may have found the key, if I put the pheromones in one of his colognes that I like, then I’ll be an animal. He’s already an animal, so I won’t need them. Problem solved.
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