Date Nights-Tres Necessaire!
My husband has been really helpful today though, watched the kids while I was out and made lunch too! But, he misses his wife…..yours truly. I see the way he’s been watching me. Any other day, I would acknowledge the message in those looks and ‘report’ immediately to the bedroom. Today, I choose to ignore him! Like, I’m utterly exhausted. I cannot even begin to work up appetite for any kind of foray in the sack right now. Don’t get me wrong, I love him to bits; I miss him too. But as much as I tell him that, I need to show too. I need to show him so as to keep the passion alive in my relationship! Keeps the fire burning!
Date nights are very important in kick-starting a relationship where passion is almost gone. Even with the best intentions, the heat of passion experienced as newlyweds eventually succumbs to the pressure of everyday hustle.
When was the last time you had lunch or dinner together? Just the two of you? Without the kids in tow? When was the last time you saw a movie together? This alone-time with the hubby doesn’t happen much but when it does happen, I appreciate. It takes me back to those early days. No wonder the likes of Posh and Becks has every Wednesday earmarked as a date night.
Date nights almost always end with sex….the hot passionate kind. Knowing that you have a date can heighten the anticipation and make love making more fun. What more can a girl ask for?
As a newlywed, you have lots of motivation to sex it up for your man, wearing your tiniest and naughtiest sets of under wears. Four years down the line, that annoying floss up your rear a.k.a the thongs has since been replaced with the ever comfortable granny panties that allows you room to bend over backwards….literally. Not very sexy but…tres practical. Date nights afford you the opportunity to ‘glam’ it up in the bedroom every once in a while.
There’s a reason its called date night though. Chose your date-night date wisely! Some weeks back, I had set the mood for an indoor date night (there’s no rule that says it must be outdoors): champagne on ice, champagne flutes by its side, candle-lit room, new sheets on the bed, kids asleep. Everything in place. I had called the hubs and told him to hurry home….described in details the scene that awaits him. I had the poor guy drooling! I had just stood up to go open the door for him and I noticed a red patch where I just sat….the monthly visitor chose that exact moment to visit! I once heard a guy call it a "bloody waste of f**cking time". Crude but sooo true!
Till i blog again, toodles.....x
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OMG OMG OMG!!!! Poor him and you!!! I can just imagine the disappointment. My boyfriend tells me that I have to start getting into the habit of calculating my menstrual dates cos I never have and dont see any major reason why I should.
But for the love of God, this is one situation in which I would wanna calculate it against!
I hope you were still able to appease him with a lil som'ng som'ng...*wink wink**
LOL @Honeydame you are very funny. "a lil som'ng som'ng" lolest! I admit I have always been very good at calculating the dates "Aunt Flo" is likely to visit. I have found it can be ever so useful.
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