Sexting

The first time I entertained the thought of sending a love note from the groin via text, I was pretty apprehensive about accidentally sending it to my dad or my husband forwarding it to a business contact. So my first sext was pretty oblique, which I thought was an advantage because it would provoke a response from my husband.


Here's what I envisioned:

Me: Don't mind if I do.
Him: Huh?
Me: What? Oh! I was replying. Didn't you just ask if I was in the mood for getting down tonight?
Him: Rrrrrowwwrrrr

Here's how it could have happened:

Me: Don't mind if I do.
Him: Huh?
Me: What? Oh! I was replying. Didn't you just ask if I was in the mood for getting down tonight?
Him: WTF!?!? Who were you texting??? R U CHEATING?!?!?

How it actually happened:

Me: Don't mind if I do.
NO REPLY. No mention of text during subsequent phone conversations.

Hours later, at dinner:

Me: Did you get my text?
Him: What text? Hang on.
Checks phone.
Him: Huh? What were we talking about? I can't remember what this is in reference to.
Me: Siiiiiiiiiiiiigh.

Sex Drought

Hi. I'm Caroline and I'm trying to get out of a Sex Drought.

I entered the dreaded Sex Drought for the first time (Sex Drought I) after the birth of my first child. A few years later I had another baby and entered Sex Drought II. This blog is about sex and relationships after having kids. Because sometimes getting back in the saddle is hard.

Just so we're clear, I do plan to mix my metaphors and resort to juvenile sexual innuendo with alarming frequency.