I got the following tweet yesterday:
Of course, the entire conversation that we had doesn’t need to be re-counted here (trust me…those who read our flirtateous tweets needed a cigarette and a cold shower when they were done), but needless to say that this tweet helped me realize something that had been in the back of my mind for a few weeks now…
I am one horny bastard.
Crude…but true. And you know what? I don’t think I was nearly as bad when I was in “my prime” as I am now. It’s ridiculous. I truly feel like I’m in “my prime” right now at age 36.
My marriage started off like any normal relationship. We were having sex on a regular basis…connecting and getting into “grooves” with each other. The problem, though, is that our “groove” was really our “rut”.
Get this statistic about me: I went just over three years from the night my son was conceived to the next time I was intimate with a woman.
Needless to say, that (pretty darned attractive) woman got a bit more than she expected from me on that particular night.
I then went another six+ months before meeting up with somebody very special. We dated for a few months and while things didn’t work out in the end, our physical relationship was absolutely incredible.
And while I think having a long-distance relationship probably pushed things along in that direction, we were absolutely insatiable.
Three times a day. Five times a day. We were pleasing each other like no other person had done in our lives before. It was like a sexual awakening for the both of us.
And it’s been a long four months since.
So when T emailed me and asked if I was interested in doing some type of “mutual post” based on this glorious celebratoin in the of May, I jumped at the opportunity.
I’m not sure when we’ll have our mutual post…I’m not really sure of what the exact topic of conversation will be…heck, I’m not even sure how we’ll do our research…
Ugh…I can’t believe I just went there.
This could be a very fun month.