Not tonight, Sweetie. I'm the one with a headache.

Men's libido are on the decline. Woman are noticing. Or at least I've finally found someome who agrees with me. When your in a committed relationship (as I am, and getting more committed by the day) there is always a decline in the number of times you bellow into the open air with a discharge of relief (get it!). I mean, you start at twice a day for months, to twice a week, then dwindle down to a comfortable pace. As comfortable as the relationship gets content. Woman have usually been blamed for the decline. But it seems that more men are the ones going to sleep first. Does that mean there is no more desire? Or are we (those headed towards the altar) feeling strangled and looking for an out? Or are we (Men) maturing and realizing the consequences of judging our self-worth by the number of times and the number of panties we can throw on the floor?
A recent article in Gentlemens Quarterly (Feb. 2005), points out that men (that is, some, matured) are no longer obsessed with conquest or running up the number of times they pop (although you should be maintaining your annual average of at least 111 times. P.S I'm ahead of schedule). It seems many are TIRED of SEX. I can relate. That is, to the idea that a great relationship maintains many other areas of life, including sex. When I was thirteen, it was all about sex. At 21, I would spend everything, listen to anything, and almost do anything for it. Now, I get. (in all ways). With the advent of pills, ads, and even the Internet, we are made to feel small. We either conquer for our worth, or be left to surfing for the unattainable. (Special notice to all those TV ads. Yeah, I'm not whole without your pill.)
So ladies, If your man seems like he is slowing down or losing interest, be sensitive to what's happening in his world. He's got a job, bills, and a mother-in-law. And, maybe he's just falling in love (with you). As for me, well, I'm looking to be the dog who gets fed, get's to lay down and hopefully get rubbed, often. Here kitty, kitty.

The Ring

HeRing
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So there it is...Ladies and Gentlemen...THE RING!
I have made the latest journey towards my "real road" and now continue towards 'El Camino Real'. It's for real now. I tried on several thousands (or was it just two or three) and for some reason couldn't find one that fit. Every time I tried one on, my hand would shake violently and wouldn't stop until I took it off. I was told by my fiancee and her newly acquired ally (the salesman) that this condition was psychosomatic and would subside...once I paid for the ring. Alas, they were correct and I now keep it in its box until the day its place on its permanent perch, the hand held steadily by my wife.

Pals

Can a marriage ever turn out two people who can give each other unconditional love and trust like...lets say... a man and his dog? I wonder. After spending the last week 'discussing':'debating' with my fiancee (OK MEL?) about how we each envision our wedding plans should be executed, I find myself looking for a partner who just wags its tail and licks my face. Or maybe I'll be the one to wag. I guess not being able to verbally communicate your thoughts and ideas can lead to some confusion and frustration. I now know how dogs feel about some humans. BUT, as Margaret Gatty once said; "The days are too short even for love; how can there be enough time for quarreling?"