“I just don’t feel like having sex”
How many times have you thought that and kept it to yourself? I know I have. When our relationship changed from pals to lovers one thing we always promised each other was that we’d never say no, even if we didn’t feel like it. So if I’m definitely not in the mood, I will always be ok with a quickie and that’s always ok with him.
Should I say no?
I was reading a blog the other day and the writer crapped on about being honest and truthful to oneself and having the guts to say no. She mentioned sex but she meant in everything. If you don’t want to help out on neighborhood cleanup day or you don’t want to take your mother to her doctor’s appointment and you don’t want to take your kid to music lessons — then you shouldn’t do it.
Isn’t that what life is all about? The give and take that makes life complete? There are exceptions of course. If you’re a doormat who can never say no to anything, then learning to say no once in a while is a good thing.
But back to sex. Everything always leads back to sex around here.
As a woman who’s probably past her prime (who am I kidding?), I recall many times in my past that I was exhausted and all I wanted to do was sleep. I didn’t feel sexy, I don’t think I looked sexy and I didn’t have time to do anything about it. I worked 9 hours a day and had two kids and a house to take care of. I wasn’t alone but I may as well have been. My mother told me that I’d get to a point where sex wasn’t important and she was right, but for all the wrong reasons.
Now sex makes me feel terrific — even if I’m not in the mood. I’m with someone who wouldn’t be offended if I said I wasn’t in the mood when he asked if I felt frisky, because he’s confident enough to say, “I am, how about a quickie?”




Then you have the older woman who seems not to want sex. I say seems because that’s what I think it is. She’s probably got older kids and she’s got a full time job. She gets up in the morning, feeds the kids, cleans up the breakfast dishes, fixes the lunches, gets everyone to the school bus and she gets to her job without a minute to spare. She works all day, rushes to the market to get fixings for dinner and goes home. Rarely does her husband help. Not because he is lazy but he just never thinks of offering to help. His dad never helped.
I sort of nodded again and then my mouth opened and started speaking without any thought beforehand, I swear. 






