You feel so good. . . about Italian

My wife and I have been married way too long. Early in our marriage, sex was an adventure. All our focus was on each other. O.K. That’s a lie. I was more focused on what I wanted. But there was passion. Twenty years later, I’m still focused on what I want but now my wife and I have complete conversations while we are making love.

We do not have dirty conversations about how naughty we’ve been. The conversations are about what we plan on getting done that day. Making love now is a weird multi-tasking event of passion and scheduling. Like a pornographic day planner.

Last time we made love we discussed where we wanted to go for dinner. Until finally, in the thralls of passion, my wife screamed out, “Yes, yes, yes, Oh god yes. I love Italian!”

That night, I took her to a Mexican restaurant. Like I said earlier, I’m still more focused on what I want.