A good example was the other night. We had a long night after a long day, and I wanted to make love (because I had a long night after a long day.) She didn't (because she'd had a long night after a long day.) I persisted, we did it, and it was terrible. We were out of condoms, then we got frustrated, then she tried to start a lawnmower by yanking on my handle. I stopped her and we went to sleep unsatisfied.
The next day, I told her I was sorry I'd insisted, that we should have waited. She told me she was sorry she hadn't paid attention to what she was doing and what I was feeling. We talked about how we both felt guilty about what had happened, and we reassured each other. That night we had plenty of condoms . . . she'd picked up a box on the way home, and so had I. That night was as great as the night before was lousy.
The sex was great, but the point was that we talked to each other and worked it out so that everything worked out for us in the end. That's what I always wanted.
