30 days...of...oh, never mind.
So. Over at my regular blog, I'm doing NaBloPoMo, or 30 days of posting in November. It's fun, but hard, because I sometimes have nothing I want to say, yeah?
But the idea of committing to something for 30 days was intriguing to me, and I started thinking about what other things I could do daily in November. Diet? Nah. Exercise? hmm...no. Drink wine/eat chocolate? That's a given. And then I thought, "Heyyyy. What about SEX?"
I found my husband and posed the question: "We are having sex every day for 30 days. Starting tonight." He said, "That's not really a question" and I said, "When do I ever ask you anything anyway? Tonight. BE THERE."
So that night we went about our business i.e. we did it, and we said, "Wow, this will be fun! Go us!"
The next night we did it, and we said, "Nightly sex...woo."
The third night I fell asleep before John came to bed. He did not wake me up.
And then we just gave up. We've been together 9 years and yeah, I love my man and think he's the bomb and he totally does it for me and everything but god DAMN that was exhausting. After TWO NIGHTS!! I read a study of this couple who actually completed a...oh my god, if I remember correctly it was a ONE HUNDRED NIGHT challenge, and they said that although it was fun, sex definitely lost it's luster.
There's only so many ways a normal person can contort, you know?