Ahhh, the days of wine and roses.
It went something like this: you’d call, ask her out for a little fun and romance, she’d happily accept then proceed to get a pedicure, new panties, a blow out. You might shave and even iron your shirt. Both of you would show up looking and smelling good. Everything you said was funny and everything she did was a turn on. And sex? Oh that was in the bag, always a pleasure, never a chore, it was frequent and uncomplicated.
Remember? I know that you do.
Fast forward two years later. You took the leap, traded in your bachelor pad with the unmade bed, dirty socks on the floor and Right Guard on the kitchen counter to her place, a little more civilized, decorated and, well, let’s face it, clean. Or maybe she moved into yours, there are flowers on the dining table now and you haven’t seen your Wii in a year. But what you really can’t figure out is how all three closets in the place suddenly became hers and your left with half of the coat closet by the front door. (The other half is for her coats of course, jeeze..)
You still love her, in fact you love her more, it’s different now, you feel protective of her, loyal, and perhaps slightly safe with her in a way you never have with anyone before. She gets you and your stupid humor, you both crack up at Family Guy, she makes good tacos, and the flowers are a nice touch if you really think about it. Plus she loves you back. You can tell by how she looks at you, how she makes sure your birthdays are always planned and the milk’s never sour.
But the physical part seems to be more complicated now, less of a done deal and more of a negotiation. She’s hard to read and even harder to get naked. Her legs aren’t shaved as often these days and what ever happened to that cute little silky thing she used to wear?
On the other hand you’re belly’s a little bigger now from all the comfort eating you’ve been doing on the couch together and she did buy those flowers on the table herself.
Here’s a tip.
I’m not every woman (although I do love that song) I’m just one girl in my own unique situation. 3 years, same dude, living together, totally in love, but human….oh so very human are we.
We still do it, and frankly we still like it. But I get fridgy, all women do. And he tries everything, dinners, new shoes (oh yes, the seeming secret weapon) I know some of you men buy jewelry hoping for the fire to re-kindle, and there are couples spending thousands on therapy all with little result.
I can’t say what’s right or wrong with that stuff or what deep seeded issues there may or may not be in your relationship. Some women are never happy I know this. I’m neutral guys. I’m just here to help and this is what works for me.
When my gorgeous, strapping, very masculine Alpha male slaps on the rubber gloves and cleans our bathroom, it’s ON. And I’ll tell you what else, for my birthday, he got me a cleaning lady for the day. Now, THAT was hot.
I realize that some of you already have a cleaning lady the truth is I don’t like strangers in my house. (I know I’m neurotic.) The one time he surprised me with her though was really nice, and that night my sexy American boyfriend got laid. And well. But honestly, never do I love him more than when he cleans our home himself. And not after I’ve screamed about it, that doesn’t count. But when he thinks of it, does it and doesn’t moan about it. And guys, he only has to do that like 4 or 5 times a year but it’s a damn aphrodisiac I swear to God. Because here’s the secret, while I’m NOT doing the cleaning, I AM shaving my legs, and digging out my cute little sumpin’ sumpin’ to put on to say thank you in a big way.
Here’s the deal. We feel like your Mommies, and it’s not recipe for hot sex. We do like making a home, it’s in our nature but sometimes we want you to show an interest in the nest also. We notice it when you do, and when you don’t. Again, I can’t speak for all women, but if you have not tried this yet I urge you.
The next time it’s a little cool in the South,
Save your money, clean the toilet.
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