I had been thinking about it for the past couple of weeks. Now, stuck in traffic, in the rain, going no place fast, I thought about it again. Our marriage was just like this traffic, going no place fast. I felt we needed something to spice it up a bit. Put the excitement back into our lives. Get passionate about something. Hell, just get passionate about each other that would be a major improvement. I guess it was the seven year itch or something, but I felt we were missing something out of our lives. I decided that tonight was going to be the night. Tonight we put our marriage back on track and fall in love all over again. Or at the very least, I’ll get laid. It seems like a win/win situation.
Forty minutes later, and having to pass two grueling accidents, I found myself pulling into the driveway. I did not feel as confident as I did a while back, but, like it or not, get ready ‘cause here I come.
I found Gina sitting in front of the TV with her eyes glued to the tube. Some silly ass British gay talk show host was interviewing Dolly Parton. He was calling women who make a living impersonating Dolly and telling them that Dolly was an imitator of herself and how did she sound. Interesting, I guess, knowing that all of Dolly was as real as the day is long. Outside of that, I had some business to conduct here tonight.
“Traffic bad”, she called out over her shoulder as I poured myself a something to drink.
“Its nuts out there, first rain of the year and people have to learn how to drive again.”
She made a little noise of agreement and I went into the bedroom and began to change my clothes. In a moment, (commercial most likely), she came in to give me a little kiss.
“How was your day, sweetie?”
“Just fine, honey, and you”, I asked?
“The usual,” she kissed me on the cheek and took my pants and neatly folded them and put them over a chair. I sat on the edge of the bed and had a hang dog _expression on my face. “What’s up, baby. Hard day at the office,” and she sat next to me and put her arm around me. I guess this was my chance to broach the subject matter.
“Honey,” I began not knowing how to really talk about this kind of stuff, “are you satisfied with our marriage?”
She froze. I can only imagine every fear she ever had about anything getting wildly out of proportion.
“Why,” she had a hurt tone to her voice, “Yes. Yes I am satisfied with our marriage.” There was an empty silence before she asked the logical follow up question, “Are you satisfied with our marriage?” She was on the verge of tears, afraid that we would loose each other and end up divorced or worse. “Honey,” I continued, “I love you. I love you very much. However,” she was watching my every move, petrified to move, “for the last year or so it’s been somewhat routine”, for lack of a better word.
“Routine” she asked?
“I mean, I come home you kiss me on the cheek. We exchange pleasantries eat dinner and go to bed.” I was trying to find the words to express myself. “There’s got to be something more than that.”
“What do you mean?”
“Remember when we first were going out with each other and how we couldn’t wait to see each other. Being away from each other was a pain we had to endure so we could be together always.”
I saw a light click inside her head, “You mean when we would find places to go to be by ourselves and have sex.”
“Exactly” I said. We had a passion about life. We had a passion about each other. Everyday was an adventure to be with each other, and every night was like heaven.”
“I think I know what you’re getting at.” She was a bright woman and knew the way I thought. Hell, were married. That happens. A ray of hope entered me like a bolt of lightning.
“I think your talking about our sex life,” she said.
“Exactly,” I said.
“I know it’s not been as active lately,” she began, “but we can do it more often if you like. Every day, every night and day if that would make you happy.” She felt a little guilty about her lack of libido in the past year or so.
“Oh honey,” I knew she was getting it, but not quite there yet, “It’s not only the sex, it’s the way we approach sex.” She had a confused look on her face so I continued, “I want to change the way we have sex.”