Well it’s Friday and my profile at Ashley Madison has been up for over two days and I guess I’m happy to report that I’ve received numerous “winks”. Of course in reality most of these guys are probably just heinous trolls who we already know have no moral compass, so I don’t know why I should be happy. But it’s always nice to think that someone finds you desirable.
Doug, having been raised by an emotionally constipated mother, has never been big on verbal professions of love or for that matter even compliments. He never heard the words “I love you.” from his parents while growing up. But then he never saw his parents hug either; so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. I’m lucky he isn’t more screwed up than he is.
I find that sad indeed.
In the first few weeks we were together he couldn’t compliment me enough, even going so far as to ask “Do you have any flaws?” He drug my pedestal around with us everywhere we went.
Of course that was when we were in our ” laser eyes” stage and I could’ve served him poop on a plate and he’d have said it was fabulous and have asked for seconds.
I know that stage couldn’t last forever. It’d be unrealistic to think that it could. We got nothing done during those weeks, but went to work and had sex. A friend of mine actually had an acronym for it FLAB- fuck like a bunny.
Still, I miss those days. Not so much the sex, which we still have; but just the euphoric feeling when you’re around that one certain someone.
After our two kids were in school, he told me that I “good breeding stock”. (I guess he wanted to make sure that they didn’t turn out butt ugly before making such a grandiose statement.) He laughed when he said it and said he was just kidding; but as you can tell it has stuck with me. I still throw it back at him from time to time.
Occasionally he will write me a sonnet; but they almost always devolve into a dirty limerick something along the lines of “There once was a girl from Nantucket…” The man has some real serious issues that I don’t see getting fixed in this incarnation.
Still, I love him passionately and know that he feels the same way about me, even if I don’t hear the words all the time.
But he’s a package deal like we all are and his positives way outweigh his negatives.
Anywaay…after reading more of the emails I was sent via Ashley Madison I’ve now removed my profile there, never wanting to hear from any of those men again. The experiment is over.
I was severly creeped out by most of the men I heard from there.
Doug had just better live forever, because I don’t think I could handle dating ever again.
But I have a question for those of you in a long-term relationship. Is the romance still in your relationship? Not the cards on the usual holidays, those don’t count; but the true romance?