Tuesday, June 02, 2009

Reproductive Sex

I've been lied to. Despite everything I've seen on TV and in the movies, making babies is not much fun. Don't get me wrong, it's still fun. I mean it's definitely more fun than scooping the litterbox. Maybe I'm just too old for this.

I love science and all, but cycles and ovulatory calculations don't make for good foreplay. Not to mention my favorite show is on tonight and I've got to get up tomorrow at 5:30am. How are we supposed to fit this in?

We've waited too long. Now it all feels rushed. Next year is the big 40 finish line and how the hell did that get here so fast? Having kids was one of those things I just took for granted. I never expected to marry a woman who wasn't that interested in the prospect. I guess it serves me right for being one of those sexist men who think all women have this built in maternal instinct.

I wish I had someone else to blame, but it's just me. I asked her to marry me. I didn't push the issue. I kept putting it off. And now I don't want to go to all the effort of staying up late and fighting with my wife to have lousy but reproductive sex.


-T

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