I met her at a social media meet-up and we clicked immediately.
Her husband was also there -- across the room from us, hanging out with some cronies. They made frequent eye contact with each other.
Their overt appeal apparent, I was captivated by the chemistry between them. But my mind kept wandering back to their physical connection with each other. In my world, they were clearly an anomaly -- a long-married couple still acutely aware of each Hot married sex presence.
My past observations had led me to assume too many couples in mid-life and beyond were devoid of sensuality and oblivious to the physical charms of each other.
Friends talk eagerly about their newest binge watching find on Netflix. The obscure book they stumbled across at the half-price book store Euphoria by Lily King. The newest Indian summer wardrobe trends chunky shoes, fringe and animal prints. Or the latest Hot married sex for wrinkled, uneven skin texture and enlarged pores Dr.
Gross's Alpha Beta Peel. The list goes on and on and on. Nowhere in the course of conversation does the topic of sex come up overtly or even inadvertently. Then there is my other friend -- a tall, statuesque blonde -- who commands men's stares wherever she goes. In Hot married sex midst of a two-hour lunch focusing on our mutual love of vintage hand bags and Jo Malone candles, she leaned across the table, breathed deeply and blurted out the following: He's either too tired, under the weather or preoccupied with work.
And I'm either stressed with Hot married sex care of my elderly father or feeling like I'm coming down with another urinary infection. What happened to all the horny high schoolers I grew up with?
The feverish making-out in the back seats of GTO convertibles? Sneaking away from a party to kiss passionately against a fat tree trunk in someone's back yard? I ponder this sad state of affairs -- pun intended.
And I surreptitiously begin asking around about how to ignite some passion and heat into docile, arid, long-term marriages. Not one of my friends buys into my probing, resisting my gentle nudges toward more intimate subjects, preferring to focus on relating their grandchildren's recent escapades instead.
But my friend from the meet-up group fields my question directly, with unabashed glee, the next time we meet. Not with a hedonistic, erotic vacation to Jamaica. Not with adult Hot married sex toys guaranteed to spice up your sex life. I only know about it in work terms.
My co-workers alluded to the fact that Wednesday was the middle of the work week, meaning that we had made it "over the hump" towards the weekend. How's it apply to you and your husband?