HALO REACHaround?

Hope everyone's enjoying their weekend.

I, myself, am having a bit of a struggle with the positive attitude.

But, on a good note, I start my afterschool job in Sharon on monday.  Wish me luck.

I miss my friends alot.  Haven't socialized in a while.

But I also feel like I don't  have a ton to offer to the conversation, you know?

Boring boring boring, this crushing debt, obsession with subpar fiction, and blinding terror at not being settled into a career.  Can't you just see it?  "And anyway, that's me... but how are YOU doing lately?..."

Yeah.

Plus I really like this She Comes First book among other research materials, and no matter how I trey to tell Aaron that I'd like him to also partake in this journey with me he keeps shutting me down, insisting that he's happpy with our sex life.  Well, I'm happy too, but it seems to me that one can always endeavor to grow, you know?  like, oh, I already took an acting class, why do I need any more?  Because there's so much out there to be learned and experimented with and ventured and achieved, that's why.

So that's a point of frustration.  Because the implication is, somehow, that I must not be happy in bed.  He gets a smidge defensive.  Yuck. trying to have candid discussions about sexuality and sex when someone is defensive is about as much fun as slowly pushing an icepic up one's urethra, right?

And the wierd thing is that it goes against his personality to behave that way, you know?  Like, he's the scientist, the adventurer, the curious one, the one who likes to experiment and create and innovate.  (Not that I'm a shlub in those departments or anything, I mean we're sexually compatable with good reason here, afterall!)  So why the resistance?  Am I approaching it wrong? 

I prolly should not have blogged about that.  Shrug.  I'm a little sexually frustrated at present because our houseguest, my darling brotherinlaw, purchased the latest HALO game for x-box, and it has a totally kick-ass level editor, which means my husband has been glued to his gaming chair for countless hours, enthralled by the fabulous new graphics engine and the complete customization capability and blah blah blah.  I managed to lure him away the other night with the promise of anal, and we had a very, very pleasing evening which included worship at the delta, but even though eric is out tonight I can't seem to snap my husband out of the HALO spell.

Oh, and i always love the suggestion that I should feel free to go down on him while he plays.  Oh, cuz that's really similar to what I had in mind for the evening... I mean, sure I've done blowies while he games before, but when a girl says she wants to be tied down and pounded, fellatio just isn't hitting the right spots, know what I mean jelly bean?

And i'd love to see him go down on me while I play the sims or something.  not bloody likely, as the british like to say, am I right? 

I want a pan of brownied and a blender full of mudslides.

And the latest sookie book would be nice... 

Whatevs. 

I guess I'll just continue to educate myself on the fascinating world of human sexology and then sit on the information for eternity.

Wow.  Tubby grumpkins strikes again.  I really need that mudslide...

Eeyore out~