I sat at dinner last night, thinking about how freaking great he looked in his work polo shirt. He’s really got some great arms now, making the sleeves a little tight, and his chest is way more muscular than it used to be. His face is thinner and more handsome. He hasn’t looked like this before, ever. It’s probably the first time in a while that I’ve just wanted to grab him and do him on the floor, right where we were.
Buuuut, yeah, not happening at dinner time. But I did notice. But I didn’t say anything. I’m not sure why. What the hell am I afraid of? Being in front of the kids probably didn’t help, I’m still getting used to the idea of being affectionate around them, because my parents never were around my sister and me.
I worked out earlier in the day (turns out trying to wrangle 3 kids in a non-babyproofed doctors office really works your triceps and abs, apparently, I was sore as hell when I got home…), so I took a shower and had some “me” time for those girly things that take women 2 hours to do in the bathroom. He worked out, then took a quick shower himself, and it was on. (Side note: Wellbutrin is having some interesting side effects. 3 1/2 orgasms for me. I’m usually one and done.)
It was pretty late, but we were both feeling like talking afterward. It devolved a bit, as my hamster started running loose, thinking about how I felt looking at him earlier. Because surely other women were looking at him like that now. So I started the stupid “What would you do if some girl jumped you because you’re so hot now” questioning (no, don’t tell me, I already know, stupid). And he mentions that there IS this girl at work that started getting a little too friendly, but he doesn’t work with her anymore… I could tell by the way he was trying to dodge my questions that she was obviously hot and probably younger. He said “about our age”, but….
Meh….
Grr.
Gah.
It got quiet after that, and I felt him starting to fall asleep as we were wrapped up together. I said “Please, say something else to me before we go to sleep, so that that’s not the last thing we talk about.” Because it was just going to stick in my head.
He laughed, and started telling me all the things he loved about me. “You’re a great mother, you cook me great food, I love your sense of humor, I love how smart you are”…
Me: “Beta beta beta. Yeah, not really helping.” (Biiiiiitch. I don’t really know what I’m expecting here. I suck at flirting, and I know that’s what he’s looking for right now.)
Him: “Ok… (list of all the things he finds sexy that I can’t bring myself to type out)”
Then he jumped on me and went for a really rough round two. And he finished round two. So, that’s a new development.
Ok fine. So screwing your wife silly when she gets all stupid insecure really works.
Can’t say I’m too thrilled thinking about girly-girl work girl this morning… fuck.
(So predictable)
