“Anywhere there are Target stores, casinos with a hotel (a safe, guarded getaway), Hobby Lobbys, dance bars, Home Goods. Just give them a big smile and a nice “Hi!””
And then get hit with a purse, called a masher and be lucky you dont get the cops called on you.
In my particular case, she had a hysterectomy and sex slowly faded. After a very long delay, I broke down and begged and her response was, “Sorry, but I have no further interest in sex, none.” And that was the end of it.
I’m too honorable (or loyal, or religious, or stupid) to cheat, so I haven’t. But after 15 years without, I’m seriously questioning my own beliefs and asking myself why I got married at all. I’m questioning the basic tenets of marriage, such as partnership and sharing and sacrifice. You mean she can’t give me 15 minutes a year? No birthday presents, no anniversary bliss, no surprise when we take a trip somewhere?
It hurts. It really does.
Wow! Someone’s using an terribly wrong approach, then.