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Hello again, hello. I am writing on behalf of my lady, who is laid up for awhile. Here’s the update: she’s hanging in there. That’s really all she can do. It’s a bummer seeing her in pain, so I just try to make her feel comfortable and crack stupid jokes to keep us both laughing. Unfortunately, we’ve been laughing hardest when she is trying to get up or sit down, so it makes the whole process more difficult. Each day, my number one priority is to ensure my lady does not get up by herself. I cannot let her fall again, so right now I’m pretty vigilant of her movements. As for the shagging, well of course that is still on hold.
Nonetheless, things have been good. I’ve been systematically balancing taking care of Al along with practicing with the band and playing video games, and I think that keeps us both sane. Alyson’s sister has been coming over and taking care of her when I go practice, which is pretty awesome. I appreciate her help and it’s good that Alyson can hang out with someone aside from me all the time. That way, we can get a break from each other here and there. Everything in moderation, even moderation.
So here are my thoughts on this week’s Hump Day Hangover:
Since we’ve begun the 700 challenge, I definitely feel different about myself and my relationship. I remember last year when we would barely have sex. At that time, I would say we had sex two, maybe three, times in a month. This was frustrating at first, so I would try to shake it off. I would go through conversations in my head, wondering why she was not interested in shagging me. As the frequency of sex lessened more and more, it began to weigh heavily on my psyche. Given my Y chromosome blueprint, in general it made me feel like a pair of blueballs. The worst part is when it began to wear on my ego.
The male ego is stubborn thing. However, it’s an important thing. I myself would try to resist the feeling of doubt and shrug it off many times, but in the end the lack of sex made me feel unattractive and alone. I felt like she didn’t want to have sex with me because of some defect in my appearance or personality. It takes a toll on a man’s confidence, that’s for sure. Fortunately, we have since worked out that problem.
Given the 700 challenge, these past two months have been most triumphant. I’m definitely in a better mood most of the time these days. So ladies, remember that it’s important to have fun with your man, and that includes fun in the sack as well. Having sex with your man makes him feel wanted and more connected with his mate. It will also probably make him more easygoing. In my case, the plot twist of the fractured pubis has put a damper on the coitus, but Al and I have been laughing and getting along most of time. Well, except for when she has to get up in the middle of the night to pee. When woken up at 2:45am, we are groggy and just sit in grumpy silence. At that point, silence is golden…and so is urine.