I actually did end up getting laid, not once, but twice on my bday. I have to give Corri some credit for this occurence. Her last boundaries post caused a lightbulb to start flickering dimly somewhere in my consciousness which led to me taking actions that I perhaps wouldn't have otherwise.
To give my H credit, he started the ball rolling by giving me a bday card with the John Donne poem that ends "No winter shall abate this spring's increase." and then made a nice offer for bday sex when I thanked him for the card. My level of bitterness concerning this week's events made me uncertain as to whether I even wanted to take him up on his offer, but I thought about it for awhile and decided that it would be very LD reactionary for me to turn down sex due to resentment so I asked him if he meant his poem as an apology for his recent behavior and when he said he meant it as a sort of token of hopefulness for our future, I told him that I would try to be hopeful/trusting too.
After a most satisfactory bday f*ck, we made plans to go out for a late lunch and then watch some football together. I jokingly said that if the Steelers won he would have to meet me back in the bedroom for another round. Then I tried to put myself in his shoes and consider how that might sound to an LD person and I backtracked and said "I'm just kidding. You're even older than me. There's no way an old guy like you could possibly pay up on that bet. Besides, I'd really rather have you dig my car out of the ice drift that has swallowed it if you lose the bet.".
They were having a special on Bloody Mary's at the restaurant where we had lunch, so I decided to indulge since Bloody Mary's have always seemed like a very grown-up drink to me and therefore appropriate for one's 40th bday. Halfway thru lunch my H started getting all riled up because the waitress hadn't given him enough cocktail sauce. I started having my usual thoughts about what a PITA he was to do things with and then I stopped myself (I think the Bloody Marys were helpful in this regard). I didn't do any of the things I might typically do in this circumstance. I didn't help him flag down a waitress or tell him to relax or continue to silently think what a crab he was. I just gave him a big smile and took another sip of my drink and let him deal with his problem.
After lunch, my H offered me a stick of Big Red gum in a lewd manner. This caused me to go into a semi-drunken monologue about how a Bloody Mary would be a good drink to have either before or after giving head because it would go much better with the flavor of cock and semen than whipped cream or chocolate or the other food items people sometimes use sexually. Then I started talking about how I had recently read "somewhere" that a lot of women didn't swallow when they gave head and I had found this interesting because I had always just assumed that swallowing was the proper way to do it. My H said something like "I think you are of the right opinion and shouldn't let others influence you in that regard.". I continued to chat about various other things I had read regarding technique in giving head over the years. My H gave me some of his opinions on the matter and finally said "I've been totally erect since the first time you used the word "cock" about 5 miles ago.". Thus our second sexual interlude of the day occured when we arrived home. We almost got busted by our teenage children but didn't care.
Of course, this morning my H is in a blatantly crabby non-sexual mood, but that's okay for now( by now I mean approximately the next 72 hours until I get horny again). Besides he did say he would dig my car out later even though the Steelers lost.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
