Last night Conan *gasp* hurt my feelings.
I initiated, and he said no. I teased him about “therapy” and he snapped, “No! I am too stressed out and you need to understand that!” And he left the room (he just went in the bathroom, actually).
Hmmm. That’s not the way my happy little blog about stress and sex made it out to be, is it?
So I called in to him, “you hurt my feelings!” When he came out he said, “Turn on some music, babe.” Me: “No. You don’t have to, and I don’t want to anymore.” *pouts*
So he said, “Well, I do, now.” I told him I wanted to slap him silly. He said, “I’m going to make you melt into a puddle before I’m through with you,” and other descriptive, very interesting things.
I believe he made it up to me.
Just telling you this to highlight that even the best posts don’t always work exactly as planned. And even if we’d gone to bed just to sleep last night, things would have been okay. Nobody’s perfect. But keep trying!