Still a newbie (4 weeks RP) but wanted to share some progress applying these principles for my fellow faggots out there.
Took my wife out on a date last Friday night. It went well considering she had threatened divorce a few nights prior. See here.
On Saturday morning I got up early and hit the gym. Brought home donuts for the kids. Back and shoulders were sore from lifting so I scheduled a massage for myself that afternoon.
Went out with a friend on Saturday night that I hadn't seen in awhile. Got home around midnight and noticed the wife was asleep in bed and topless. She normally sleeps in one of my t-shirts. Got in bed planning to spoon her for a few minutes before going to sleep. She immediately woke up and turned towards me. She initiated, gave me a BJ and got on top.
Next morning I went for a run and then on a hike with the wife. While we were walking she says, "So...you didn't really say anything after sex last night. You just went to sleep."
"That's true, I was really tired."
"So...what did you think about it?"
I stopped walking, gave her a hug and said, "It felt good. We should do it again tonight." Then I smiled, gave her a kiss, and started walking again.
She was having a hard time getting to the top of the trail and needed to stop and catch her breath several times. I was very patient and made sure she was was drinking enough water before we continued on.
At the top she actually broke down and started crying. I asked her what was wrong and she said, "I don't know! I just feel like you are judging me. I feel like you think I'm a loser!" I could have sworn I heard a hamster wheel.
None of this was true of course, but I wanted to recognize her feelz so I said, "I'm not judging you and I don't think you're a loser. I just think you need to do more cardio." I said that last part playfully and smiled so she knew I wasn't being a total dick.
"I hate cardio!" she said, and continued to sob. I just sat down next to her and STFU, thinking of all the times I had told her she needed to see a therapist about her insecurities. After a few minutes of silence, I shit you not, the most amazing thing happened.
"I think I should probably make an appointment to see a therapist," she said. I could not fucking believe my ears.
"That's great babe. I totally support you in doing that," I said. We got up and headed back down the trail.