Monday 01:20 am. Can't sleep again. The bowling was a great success. W played really well and won with a score of 156 - she teased me because 156 is my favourite number (I love my Alfa Romeo 156). I seduced her all day long with my eyes - did I tell you I have improved my eye contact technique - I look into her eyes rather than at the bridge of her nose. Conversation all day was spirited and fun particularly as D(16)'s new boyfriend came round in the afternoon. He's a nice guy and a great guitarist by the way. Bed time was disappointing mind you - W had sore ribs from the bowling and just wanted to sleep. CeMar, we differ a bit in that I am looking for signs of affection as much as sex. I'm a bit older than you I think (45) and I have come through the really desperate-for-sex times. I genuinely would be happy to get it once a month (thinks hard - once a week then) provided she could kiss me and say she loves me most days. My ultimate would be for her to reach for me in bed and it would just happen - no passion sapping negotiations. It is us that have to change CeMar before they will see the need to.
