Sex and Love

This morning I couldn't look at the computer, I needed a break. My friend who will remain anonymous, bless her, called me to meet her for a coffee since we haven't spoken for a while. Carpe Diem and I was outta here to meet her. I love talking to her. She was one of my first friends in Grosseto, we met playing softball. She stole my position at first base because she's a lefty and could do splits. I do not do splits.

Anyway, we talked for a while about our traumatic lives and as it always does, the talk turned to sex. We're both Scorpios and very open about the matter, don't know if she realizes I'm so open that I'm about to discuss it here, but I don't think she'd care. She is married to a great guy and he's hot. He tells her after every single time they have sex that it was the best sex of his life. He had many relationships with so many different women, yet she is the woman of his life. She made me laugh, she's like, "Jodi, it's winter and I am in hibernation. I walk around the house in holy fleece sweatshirts, unmatching sweatpants and wool socks. You don't even want to know the type of underpants I wear- obscene, totally anti-sex."

*I lived that phase of my life*

She said, "When he walks in the door after work, he looks at me as if I were wearing a sheer thong, stilettos and as if I had a size triple D push up bra with sequins. There I am, calmly on the sofa, watching a dvd...he attacks."

*Smile..whatta man!*

"After nine years that we've been together, every single day is the same as the first," she said.

I smiled and said, "Slut."