The problem with the hereinow -- at least in my point-of-view -- is expectations. At 24, I didn't expect to meet someone who would become my "wife." And I held that status at arm's-length for a goodly period of time. So it was just, you know, whatevah.
Now, at 4-ahem-cough-cough-a-hem-hem-hem! (*sorry, something caught in my throat, just let me get a sip here*)....
...what was I saying?
Oh, yeah. Now there's the problem of expectations. In my case, unlike STBX's case apparently, zippidy-doo-dah flash-bangs aren't really at the top of my to-do list. I'm old-fashioned, I guess; I at least want to know the woman's name.
So naturally every check-the-alarm-clock-for-the-third-time-and-turn-out-the-light moment is also an opportunity to lament, "Ah gad anudder day gone by" -- whereas at 24 I was, of course, going to live forever and remain ever-impervious to shot and shell, so the occasional dry spell wasn't particularly vexatious. Just gave me more time to watch the game with the lads down the pub.
As in so much about DB'ing, it's them expectations what gets ya.
