Sex Therapist

Dinner at a restaurant with my wife last night, champagne, candles, chatting, fun. Afterwards, bed, sleep. This morning, up, dressed, breakfast, work. No space for sex or thought of it.

Her idea of a perfect night out. Wonder why she’s so sexless.

Maybe it’s just that different people are different. For some people, quite a lot for all I know, life’s just a lot better without the distraction. You can see their point. That’s what I’d think too, except my body doesn’t give me the option.

Maybe it’s something deeper, perhaps some childhood experience. She’s mentioned something about an episode with an uncle. It’s come up a few times but she’s quickly moved on, she hasn’t wanted to talk about it. I haven’t pressed.

If she wants to talk about it, she can, but probably best with someone remote, a therapist perhaps. She has had sessions in the past, not sure about what, part of the point of a therapist is that it’s between you and them.

If she wants to talk to me about something, best let her bring it up, rather than pressure her. Probably the best I can do is what I’m doing now, namely, nothing.

It gets back to trying to find a woman in the same position, there must be many. I’ll get more active on that marital dating website.