Yeah, I hear ya. It's funny how those things happen early in a R and we just make an excuse to ourselves and move on...
Are you listening, Mojo...
What I get from this anecdote is that he probably always doubted his sexual abilities enough that he didn't pursue women, and he probably WAS waiting for the Princess who would wake up his Sleeping Beauty. When he met you, he concluded it was you, but having experienced ED on that occasion shot a hole (so to speak) in his fantasy.
But you in a furry, spiky, ridged-forehead Lady Klingon costume COMPLETE WITH MASK, wielding a mace in one hand and a rough club in the other-- who knows?
Scroll down to where it says "Proud Females." Halloween is just around the corner.
First, sit on the bed and eat a rotisserie chicken with your bare hands, drink a flagon of wine, and then let 'er rip!
BTW, out of two handfuls of lovers, I've only had one who would use any explicit language during sex, and he didn't do it very often.
ETA: Do you think he would like it if you two dressed up in barbarian costumes and went to a Renaissance Fair? (I know the barbarians came before the Renaissance, but you can pretty much wear any kind of costume you want.) Stay in a motel, eat a rotisserie chicken with your bare hands, yaddayaddayadda.
