The best relationship decision i've ever made with a relationship partner was to have daily sex. Seriously. No biggie if logistics don't allow, but in our case logistics allowed the crushing majority of days.We've been married 5 years, lived together for 2 before that, no kids. I'm 45, she's a bit younger.
I knew even before I got married that I wouldn't be able to keep up the "schedule" of sex my husband and I had established during our courtship, and once I even warned him that it was going to have to slow down. But I think that went in one ear and out the other at supersonic speed, touching nothing in between.
Sure enough, not long after we got married sex became a battleground for us, and we struggled with the problem like two fish flopping around next to each other in the bottom of an open boat: gasping for a natural breath and injuring ourselves with every pointless, ineffectual spasm.
To me it seemed simple: he wanted me to be his sexual appliance, a handy-dandy love machine that could be switched on and off at his command. I felt no desire, and I didn't want to "submit" to being handled and penetrated when I wasn't in the mood. If he really loved me, this sex thing, this "merely physical" part of our lives, wouldn't be such a big freakin' deal. And his pissy, furious responses to my refusals only made me more sure that he didn't really love me. He just wanted to use my vagina.
To him it seemed simple, too. If I loved him -- as I consistently claimed -- why didn't I want to make love?
These things always look absolutely nuts in retrospect. You wonder how you managed to get through that crazy period in your life, how you could have been so wrong, how you could have set yourselves up in such a no-win situation. It looked hopeless at the time, a total impasse. Yet we succeeded in overcoming it, and one of the things I discovered in the five or six years since I started talking about our sexual renaissance in public is that this kind of sexual recovery is not as rare as I imagined. Being a writer by trade and a blabbermouth by inclination, a blog like this was inevitable.
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If your wife knows there is a quota you'd like to fulfill, then I doubt that sounds very romantic to her. Think about it -- she knows that you are aiming for 5 times a month, so when you initiate sex, one of the first things that's going to flash through her mind, regardless of how into it she is, is "okay, that's three -- two more to go." Setting goals is reasonable, but by assigning a number, you've just added yourself to her list of chores.
posted by hermitosis at 8:46 PM on May 27 [11 favorites]