I'm not focusing on sex. Sex comes up. It shows up when friends are talking/joking about it, or when we're playing a game with a group of friends and a card comes up about sex, or when she's watching a movie about sex, or when there's a sex joke on TV, or even better, when a person on TV is upset their husband/wife doesn't have passionate ML with them. It's not me focusing on it, but it's inescapable, for BOTH of us by the way.
One of our good friends (he was in our wedding) somehow brought up he and his wife ML in the shrubs in front of the bushes at the Rio casino in Las Vegas. They seem to love telling that story (perhaps ironically they're struggling not to get a divorce but they still ML a lot). That led into the "most unique place you ever had sex" question. The friend's wife then said, "Oh, I know yours! When y'all did it on the inner tube going down the Nantahala River!"
My wife laughed, said, "no! That was with Paul!"
I'd heard of some of the guys she dated but I had never heard of Paul before.
Then she said the real answer was either in the stands at a hockey game or on a pontoon while her friends were riding rafts behind it. Fr the record, neither of those times were with me.
She went on to elaborate, laughing, and I just wanted to leave the room but instead I acted like nothing was wrong.
I didn't get mad or anything, but it hurt. I don't think I could have possibly stopped it from hurting. I wasn't "focusing on sex," and I didn't bring it up, but there it was like a smack in the face.
