Beer, Sex, and Sleep

This is my life.  Really, it is.  A full-time job,  a long commute, a wife, and two small kids and I’m basically a robot for a good chunk of the year.

The problem?  The sex.  It doesn’t come (no pun intended) nearly as often as the other three.  I’m at least assured of food and sleep every day.  The beer is 15 steps away.  None of them put up a fuss.  However, the kids don’t sleep when they should and one has stopped napping, leaving my wife – let’s call her “W” – and I without an afternoon tryst to rely on for the weekend romp.  Crap.

What I hope to achieve with this blog: Catharsis.  Therapy.  An outlet that isn’t my wife.  I find myself often hoping for more out of my sex life but the timing never works.  Or we fight.  Or we just don’t click.  Or something.  Being married can be tough if you have kids but want to keep the relationship together.  Call me crazy.

What I love about my wife: Her smile, her good-natured laugh and sexy looks, her breasts (yes, yes, yes), her legs, how good she is in the sack, her cooking (dear LORD…I’m lucky), and her increasingly-kinky sex style.  I’m getting wood just thinking about it.  Really.

I hope that this blog will be read by husbands and boyfriends out there that just need to relate.  I hope that my wife will read it to get a few things out of it that she wouldn’t get out of me in a face-to-face conversation due to discomfort.  Yes, there are things that just don’t come out right when speaking to my wife.  Perhaps I’m not that great at communication after all.  Maybe it’s just the spoken word where I’m not as convincing.  After all, a former girlfriend became most attracted to me over e-mail.  I guess I’m just better at writing.  She said I “typed her pants off”.  Damn, I’m good…

So, here’s to a new way of communicating and getting things off my chest.  Welcome to the blog…