No sex please; I’m committed

Isn’t it strange how the word ‘commitment’ can stop you dead in your tracks.  Or, more specifically, your partner dead in his tracks.

Everything is going along hunky dory and then you mention the dreaded ‘C’ word.  There’s silence followed by no sex.  And you wonder what the hell you’ve done wrong because in your repertoire ‘commitment’ is a positive sign of, well, being committed.

I’ve been throwing around ‘commitment’ like it’s been going out of fashion.  It’s become almost my favourite word.  You see, I want to have a great sex life and I know that takes effort (much more than I ever imagined) when you’ve got kids, business etc. etc.  And I made a decision to make it happen.  For me to do that I have to be focused.

Unfortunately, Paul hasn’t been appreciating my commitment all too much.

Commitment has zapped passion into oblivion.

This morning, after a no-sex evening, we talked about it.  It seems both of us have very different associations towards the ‘c’ word.  For me it’s positive and shows a dedication to making things better.  For Paul it’s devoid of romance and feeling.

So now we’re all talked out and have our wires uncrossed.  Will there be sex tonight?  Maybe…. stay posted.