The Drawstring Theory

Yes, it kind of feels like this sometimes, play that short clip there. This part always comes to mind when I think about those little nuances that we go through. (Extract is a funny movie by the way)




Now I know I may be looking too deeply into this, its not the end all to the constant question of whether there will be sex or not, but I do pay attention to it. I sleep naked, pretty much all the time. I do keep some pj bottoms handy right next to the bed in case the little one needs something in the middle of the night. So I tend to strip down and jump in bed at night. I'll lay there and watch her get changed into her pj's, the top goes on, and then the pants go on, meaning its pretty much guaranteed there will be no adult play time. There are those rare occasions where the pants will not go on and she will climb into bed, so I know I should at least try on those nights.

Now I do realize that the absence of pj bottoms doesn't constitute a definitive no, I mean there are some cold nights that she doesn't deal with very well. What bothers me though is mornings like this Tuesday. I was out Monday night with my friends and didn't get home till almost midnight, the usual time for me. I climb into bed and nod off to lala land for a few hours till that damn alarm is calling at 5. I jump out of the shower and wake her for her turn as I start getting dressed. She climbs out of bed and all I see is a bare ass walking to the bathroom, and it was cold last night. What the fuck is that about. My guess is some quality time with the rabbit and I certainly don't begrudge her that.

I'm just looking at this from a typical male view, I'm wanting, she's not, till I'm not around it seems, Fuck. It's just like the end of that clip, actually hearing the drawstrings tighten as the wind goes out of your sails.

I had a very busy weekend doing some home improvement shit, sadly it was one task that took quite a bit of time. I started in on some tile work in the bathroom Saturday after having a morning swim class with the wee one. I ended up working on it from about 11 till 5 and only got one section of wall tiled, not as much as I was hoping. I had to stop and get cleaned up though as the wife was having some family and a friend over to help with some project for Easter, so I had to entertain of her friends husband for the night. That was not too bad though, he's a nice guy, we just headed down to man-town, watched a movie and had some drinks. Once everyone was gone, I helped my wife clean up and we headed to bed. I was really hoping for some sex, its been about two weeks, and it was my hope that the wine she was drinking would loosen her resolve some. Sadly, she was snoring as her head hit the pillow. I should know better than to hope.

Sunday morning I was greeted to the clock saying 8:30, needless to say I was shocked. My daughter usually never lets us get past 7. I got up to see what the two of them were doing and ended up playing with the little on for a bit before my wife ask when I'm going to start back on the tile. I told her I needed a shower first, I'm just not truly awake without a shower. So I did that, got dressed and headed down for a quick breakfast. As I threw something in the toaster, I headed out to the garage and got the wet saw and everything else I would need set up. I came back and stood there eating while making a cup of coffee when the wife came down and started right in on me. "This is why I want to hire someone to do it, it takes you forever to get going." I was fucking pissed at that and told her I'd been getting things set up in the mean time. I didn't say another word to her for the next three hours.

I was working away till about 5 again, but I finished all the tile work. Thank fucking god. It was more like tile work with a side of stair-master thrown in for good measure. I must have been up and down the stairs about 75-100 times, just lots of fine cuts and angles to work with. I can say today that my ass is feeling it, it truly is a glut workout. I was more happy that she couldn't say a damn word about how much I got done. I at least got a "it looks really good" from her.

With the work done, I showered, made dinner for M and started a fire since I was fucking freezing still from my hands being numb working with the wet cutter in 40 degree temps. I made dinner for both of us after M was fed and happy. I made a drink for myself and settled on the couch for some relaxing time. We put M down and headed back to the TV. I didn't really have much to say to my wife, I was still holding on to that comment from earlier. The movie I was watching ended around 9:30 or so while she read sitting there. I headed to bed not even considering sex, I know my mental state wouldn't even be there. Not that I had to worry about that. I put a movie on in the bedroom and she was out again in about two minutes. I ended up watching it for about an hour before I finally let sleep take me.

A Wednesday

It's been unseasonably warm her in the North East these past few days. So much so that I was able to take the R1 to work the other day. There is something about the sights and scents that a nice days bring out. Being near the water at work affords me a nice view of the bay and a nearness with the ocean that I've always loved. It's the scent though that always takes me back to my childhood, vacationing in Hampton Beach up in New Hampshire. That salt tinge to the air always takes on a different smell when the temps rise above the 70 degree mark. Too bad their talking a snow storm next week.

A pic from over the bay yesterday morning.

While out to lunch a friend from work wanted to take a ride with me. So he borrowed someone else's bike and we took a cruise down by the beach, then to a coffee shop for a quick drink before returning to the grind. It was just great to get out, and by the looks of the crowd on the beach, we weren't the only ones enjoying the great temps. From the full parking along the beach to the out door seating at the few restaurants, the wasn't much free space at all.

The cherry's blooming early. (I think it's a Dogwood, but am told otherwise)

When I got home, my father in law was waiting with the wee one, having their Wednesday movie night. He jumped right up to have me help him with something he brought with him and was having trouble with. I fixed that for him and he was on his way. My daughter finally noticed I was home and for some reason wanted to try on my motorcycle pants. So as I took those off, she noticed the bicycling tights I wear underneath to help with insulation and to keep the leather from sticking. She wants to try those too. I get her into the leathers, not an easy task mind you with all the armor in them. She was loving it. Then she wanted the tights. After she had those on, she says to me, "I need something on my leg". It took me a minute to realize she was talking about my tattoo. Oh no honey, your to little for that. She says "yea, my leg to small to fit, I wait till I bigger". Well, she got that right, wait till you much bigger sweetie.

I don't know what's up with me lately, but I'm not eating well at all. Not in the nutritional sense of eating good foods, but just eating in general. I'll tend to have a Nutrigrain bar in the morning, then kind of skip over lunch most days and only have a dinner if I'm really hungry or if there is something already made when I get home (which is rare). I've lost some more weight again, now down to just over 170. It's not as if I'm doing it on purpose, I just don't think about eating at work, its usually too busy and I normally always have a coffee on hand that keeps me sedated I think. It's not as if there are a lot of demands on my body for the nutrition either, so maybe that's a reason too.

Oh well, I'll leave you with some bikes and babes for today then.

Pool night

Some of you who stop here regularly know of my Monday night ritual. Nothing special, just a excuse to get out of the house, have some drinks, hang with some friends, and play pool.  I will occasionally play a set of matches, depending on our numbers and who was there for the night (believe it or not, there is some strategy involved). On a good night, we would be at a nice bar with plenty of good looking women to check out, but those unfortunately are few and far between. We play mostly at private bars/clubs, so the sights are usually non existent. Now most nights, its neither here nor there for me. I'm just content to watch and have a few Cap n Cokes. I tend to be an average player, I have my good games and bad ones.

A few weeks back though I had a really good night, at least as far as pool was concerned. I was thrown up against a player of the same skill level as myself. We got up there, shook hands, and lagged for the break, I won. Being an even level, it was a race to three wins for either one of us. The first game I was feeling a bit unremarkable shooting. In the end I won the match, but just by on ball. The next game felt much better, I broke and ran 5 balls before stepping back. It wound up being another win. I was feeling pretty good after that one, I just needed one more. I broke again, but not so much of a good run this time. It ended up taking a few rounds, but win I did. I was happy, as was our team because we were down a match going into this one.

I don't remember winning the lag and three straight games in such a handy fashion, but it felt damn good to come home on a high that night. Now, if only there was some little hottie to watch bending over the table, that would have really made my night.

Cool, I got an award.

I was recently honored with an award from a fellow blogger, I am the kind recepiant of a Liebster award courtesy of Same Sassy Girl. For some insane reason, she enjoys my blog and wants to share the love. I'm flattered and honored to receive mention. And I quote "W is another marvelous-looking man who lets you inside his head.  He loves music, motorcycles, cars and beautiful women and has a way of writing about them that makes them interesting whether they're your thing or not.  He poignantly struggles with a lot of the same issues many of us face, and I keep tuning in to see how he is doing, and views of his beautiful body to help me make it though my day." Kind of yanks at the old heart strings doesn't it?  Okay, its just me.

 

From my understanding this is an award for blogs with less than 200 followers, which I clearly fall under. "Liebster" is German for dearest or favorite. There are some rules that go along with this award as well...

Rule #1 Link back to the person that gave you the award.

That would be the a fore mentioned Same Sassy Girl at her blog of the same name. She started blogging a few months ago and is now getting sucked into our little world quite willingly with her great stories of a long lost love, found again. She seems to have a way of leaving us hanging and longing more, so of course we have to check back in all the time.

Rule #2 Choose deserving bloggers and alert them to their award winning status.

This is always the tough part, there are so many deserving blogs out there, many I read already have over 200 followers and others still have already received this award, and yet others are private. So it seems some of my thunder has been stolen. But I will make some picks of my own.

1) Liza at Always Each Other
    http://alwayseachother.blogspot.com/
   She has been writing about her re-awaking marriage with complete honesty and openness. She tells it like it is with candor and a smarty tuned wit that keeps me coming back to read more. And the hot, steamy, descriptive sex is such a bonus.

2) Emmy at Right Turn without Signaling
    http://rtws.blogspot.com/
   I've been reading her blog for years and she always has something interesting to say, from the struggles of daily life to motivational Mondays, to sexy play. She is also a photographer and shares some of her beautiful work on blog, which always resonates with me.

4) Cande at Diary
    http://secretdiaryofanonlinestripper.blogspot.com/
    Another blogger I've been reading for quite a while, Cande has been chronicling her ups and downs in love and life. I'm always looking forward to the next post and grateful for the glimpses she gives us into her life lessons. Good thing she squeaks in under that 200 follower cap so I can still suggest her blog to everyone.

There are so many other great blogs out there. Some have gone away in the silent night with nary a warning, I miss many that I've come to love, others already have huge followings, and still others touch their toes to the water ready to probe the depths. I say, come on in, the waters fine. Take a look around and see what you like, what catches your fancy, or what turns you on. Its all here to be found in Blog Land.