The prostitute idea is a good one. What I'm struggling with now is trying to locate my sex drive. The longer we go without, the less I miss it.
And I agree, no matter what happens, my bf is cheerful and upbeat, and it is lovely. My late H (God bless him) was depressed, and that was hard. My bf can be broke, have bill collectors calling, the car breaks down, the dog poops in the house-- no matter what-- he will cheerfully go off to the store, buy stuff, and come home and cook it. In fact, under stress, the place he heads is the grocery store. (Back when he had the stress test that led to his quad bypass, I came by his house wanting to hear how it went, and he wasn't here. He was at the grocery store in the middle of the day-- it's his "happy place.") He never complains about the state of the house, but if I do some little thing around his house like the laundry or something, he thanks me profusely. Life with a Seven can be fun, especially if they don't drink (which is where he used to channel his excesses.) If his d!ck worked, he'd probably be HD.
