you guys know there are like 8 of us around here, right? (i'm assuming you've been reading here a while. if i'm wrong, now you know. 8! feel free to scurry back through some of my older posts or click through some of the links on the sidebar in search of scandalamorous poly-yam-delish background info.) and you also know that msg is mister fret-trified four-eyes who sometimes can't see the forest for his anxietrees.
pretty much ever since my (and elle's) factory-made bod gave up its silicone ghost, he's been fretting up a storm over whether he's not spending enough time with me, and you may have noticed this sometimes bleeds over into me whinging on about being old and past my prime, but early last week (or week before?) i told myself i was really tired of that b.s. on both our parts and i told him, "okay, my dude. ultimatum time! from now on, we're going it once a week. bare minimum."
(i don't know your living situations, dear readers, so maybe once a week sounds like not that much to you. but remember ... 8 of us! even if he averaged one of us a day, that's only once a week apiece, and that would end up being a near-constant bang-fest, you know?)
so maybe that sounds greedy on my part. (i did throw in that it didn't have to be a once-a-week twosome for us; it could be a ménage à trois or ménage à quatre or ménage à lots-and-lotsa.) and if it is, then so be it. but we're a thing. we've been a thing almost 18 years now, and if it takes twisting his arm all the way into bed once a week, we by damn need to do what we gotta do to make sure we're both feeling that.
right?
anyway, we're three gittin' bizzays into this new rule, and so far he's not complaining.
me either!
xoxo,
claire
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