I like this guy..

I've become a stat junkie over the last months, though I'm trying to wean myself away from that screen.

But this popped up as a search term yesterday "Help my wife feel more sensual".

GO DUDE!

Seriously though, good on that man (assuming it was a man of course - I'm nothing if not sexually liberal) for seeing a problem and wanting to find a solution. How many other men could you say the same of? I say men here because, when it comes down to it, women are the 'fixer's', it's just the way we are. But like anything there are exceptions to the rule.

Too often people get caught in the 'well it's not my fault' rut, when in fact yes it is your fault as well as your partners. Hell, we're all guilty of it at some point - humans can be very selfish beings.

I say that both parties are at fault because neither of them have turned and said 'when you do X it makes me feel bad/angry/upset/insignificant/lonely/worthless etc etc etc. I'll cite myself as a point in case.

Recently my sex life has been, well fairly non-existent unless I was writing it. Hubby was having problems...ahh... (how ironic, giving what I do for a living, I'm strapped for words)...lets say, reaching a climactic conclusion.

Now most days my sense of self worth is right up there, but I'm not a small person, I always have a niggling question in the back of my mind that he's going to turn round someday and tell me he's found himself a size 8 skinny girl (This is totally unfounded FYI), and that he's gone cold on the idea of me. I think this is a fairly rational niggle - for me it's fat/skinny, someone else it will be dumb/intelligent, ugly/pretty etc etc. However this perfectly normal niggle got a little bit bigger when this started happening. Then got a bit bigger again when it kept happening, till I got to a point where I said to myself I was being totally irrational and I had to say something.

Turns out he was as worried as me, but for a different reason. He thought he might have a prostate problem. He kept envisaging the big C - cancer.

Now that it was out in the open, he went to the doctor the next day to get some tests done. Turns out he had an infection (no not that kind of infection!). A round of antibiotics later, and his groin didn't hurt and waddaya know, everything's in working order again. Simple.

And so easily solvable months ago! If either one of us had said something sooner, we wouldn't have internalized the problem and let it become more than what it was(okay, I wouldn't have thought it more than what it was).

Sure, this was a medical issue, but the same reasoning still applies in other situations: you don't like the way he or she does X, say so and show them the way you do like it. The way he smells at the end of the day makes you gag, and he gets angry when you constantly put off a little pre-dinner nooky? Easy, tell him to get in that shower, heck, join him in the shower. The same can be reversed for women - face it at the end of the day, we don't smell like daisies and roses down there either, of course he doesn't want to stick his nose in it! Your wife doesn't seem at all interested in sex? What medication is she on? Talk about being a passion killer - even the pill, taken so you can indulge safely at the drop of a hat, can kill a woman's libido.

And seriously, 'lay back and think of mother england', is so not a happening thing - that's bad selfish! All that mess for no personal gain, I don't think so!

Sex and Artichokes

(Shaking my fist in the air in indignation, letting the unsightly arm flaps wobble)Damn You Shawna!

I say that with all love and affection! The cruel, cruel woman made Golden Artichoke dip while we were up at the cabin. The MMMmmmm mm mm m! Artichoky salty goodness, all scooped up on a Tostito chip dip that is going to prove my downfall.

FB and I managed to score a Babysitter last night and went out to play some friendly (yeah, riiiight) Texas hold'em at a work friends. Snacks were requested so lil'ol me thought "A ha! Artichoke dip!". Bad move; bad, bad move! It's the cooked reheatable kind, and since yesterday was Sat and today is Sunday, can you guess what I have been doing?

Can a girl live on Artichoke Dip alone?

Me thinks not, but I'm willing to give it a damn good try! And so y'all can suffer along with me, here's the recipe:

1 envelope Lipton ® Recipe Secrets ® Golden Onion Soup Mix
1 can (14 oz.) artichoke hearts, drained and chopped
1 cup Hellmann's ® or Best Foods ® Real Mayonnaise
1 container (8oz.) sour cream
1 cup shredded Swiss or mozzarella cheese (about 4 oz.)

1. Preheat oven to 350°. In 1-quart casserole, combine all ingredients.
2. Bake 30 minutes or until heated through.
3. Serve with your favorite dippers.

VARIATION: For a Cold Golden Artichoke Dip, omit Swiss cheese. Stir in, if desired, 1/4 cup grated Parmesan cheese. Do not bake. Also terrific with Lipton® Recipe Secrets® Savory Herb with Garlic Soup Mix, Lipton® Recipe Secrets® Onion Soup Mix, or Lipton® Recipe Secrets® Onion Mushroom Soup Mix.
Makes: 3 cups dip
Preparation Time: 5 Minute(s)
Cook Time: 30 Minute(s)

(BTW, if you double the recipe don't add quite as much sour cream or mayo as it says, just a few table spoons less would be best, IMO)


On a totally different note - We have the contractor starting Monday week. Oh yeah baby, new bathrooms incoming!!! Of course since we decided to go the labour/small material route, and supply the major fixtures ourselves, we have been out trying to make a final decision on tile.

But while we were out perusing shower cubicles (we are debating a contained fiberglass unit versus full tile) I noticed a little note on a shelf, and thinking that, of course, its a note from Home Depot about the shower I pick it up and read.

Hrmmm, NOT a note from Home Depot.

In fact it's a note from a guy called Ben, who reckons that you are looking a bit stressed and really need to get in contact with him to let off some steam by letting him suck your cock. I'm paraphrasing a little bit, but that was the gist of it anyway. All comers, married, single, straight, gay, he wasn't worried.

You hear of hanging around in men's bathrooms, glory holes, cumdump's, all of those lovely, slightly squicky things that some folks will go to to get their sex fix. But is this the new pickup spot of the millennium? - Display shower cubicles at Home Depot?

Is this inane?

I'm trying to work on something new that's on a submission deadline, but damn the words are coming slowly. I really don't know what it is about this little ditty, but damn, it's like trying to pull krill from a whales teeth (not that they really have teeth they have these....oops getting off topic there).

How important is the happy ending? Not that this doesn't have one, but its destined more for a happy for now ending. And even then, that's not a good description either. Lets just say it has an ending, and everyone is happy in it.

Okay so the premise is : Two best mates; ones gay, ones straight. That's all hunky dory. The straight guy has met his one and only and she's a total firecracker in the bedroom, even going so far as to use her toys on him (nudge nudge, wink wink, if ya know what I mean) and the straight guy thinks the straight and narrow line might be getting a bit blurry.

Meanwhile the gay guy, who hasn't ever been with any form of the female persuasion, is wondering if his gay rainbow is starting to look a little straighter than normal, cause his best mate and his girl seem to have rather a lot of fun. So with a little encouragement they decide to experiment.

Straight guy teaches gay guy, gay guy teaches girl, straight guy gets to experience real man sexing (versus the pink strap on kind). Straight guy and girl are in lurve (the HFN/HEA part), gay guy is definitely not (but hey I have a plan for him aka bk2). No-one is worse off for wear at the end; infact they have realised a few things about themselves.

So, after all that, is the premise behind the story just too hokey?

It's not an epic tale, more of a stroke flick for girls, more erotica than erotic romance. And I seriously think I need to work up the synopsis a bit better before I submit it...though I did get the point across ROFL!