Why Frigid Women are the Way They Are...

I have just created a separate page on why frigid women are the way they are...

Cannot even sit with her...

Last night, the missus and I had a giant argument over my attempt to...sit next to her.  I kid you not.  She was sitting on the couch, and I attempted to get under the blanket and sit right next to her.  She flew off the handle, and said "I am tired, and I just want to sit here."  Fine.  I pointed out that I was just trying to sit next to her; what is wrong with that?  She reiterated that she wanted to sit there...which she was already doing.  I was baffled.  She said that she just wanted to sit on the couch together, but apparently not actually next to each other.  My heart just shattered.
Goodness, I hate this @#$@$$$$.  Why, oh why, do I have to be married to some lazy iceburg that does not even want to SIT next to me?  Why do I have to be so miserable?
I have decided that there is no reason for me to set some kind of timetable; what is going to change in the next month?  I think, subconciously, the timetable is for me; I need time to figure out just what I want to do.

When the cat's away...

The husband part of one of our couple friends is away for a few days with the kids.  The wife and mother, then, is all by herself at home.  She stopped by our house to chat a few minutes last night, and I had a hard time concentrating on the conversation.  She has always actually listened to me in conversation (unlike a lot of women), and takes an interest in my hobbies and how am I doing.  She remembers little details about me, and asks about my events and plans later.  This is, of course, where trouble can start.  This is more positive attention from a woman than I have had in a long time, and I have a hard time getting the thought of her smiling face out of my head.  I had a dream last night where she called, asking for some kind of maintenance help...  I woke up before anything happened, but we all know where my subconcious was going.  Her husband gone, there would be opportunity for all kinds of hanky panky.  In reality, even though I really like her, any "extracurricular activity" would be mentally difficult on my part; besides betraying my own spouse, I am really good friends with her husband, and that betrayal might actually hurt more.  Besides, I am pretty certain she is happily married, and I doubt she would run the risk of ruining what nice relationship we have by suggesting something and being rejected.
This is the usual path, I have read, for the husband with a frigid wife.  Eventually, his thoughts go to another woman.  I am trying really, really hard not to be that guy; I don't want to face myself in the mirror afterward.  But when faced with a real, flesh-and-blood woman who actually wants to be with me, my mind cannot seem to go anyplace else.  Even some hugs, maybe with a side of pleasant conversation, would go a long way to dispel these thoughts from my head.  Since I don't get that, I'm sure my buxom nerdy friend will be joining my dreams tonight, as well.
There's only one more day till her hubby gets back...

Valentine's Day Wrap-up

So, those of you who are anxious to know how Valentine's Day went...
Well, Frigid Bridgette did in fact decide to put out on the day we celebrated Valentine's Day.  From a glass-is-half-full perspecitve, she didn't complain for half an hour, and it wasn't totally awful.  It wasn't great, and I'm not sure I would even say it was good, but there was something.  I didn't actually get to touch anything more fun than her hiney, but, it wasn't the worst I've ever had with her by a long shot.  Now, there was no romantic dinner, and she did feign surprise when at 9:30 I "made a move."  She complained that we had just sat down ten minutes ago; I pointed out that it in fact had been half an hour, and if anything was going to happen, it needed to happen soon before she fell asleep.
Since then, it's been another long week.  She shot me down a couple of days ago (no shock there), and tonight she went to bed at 8:30.  Every other night she has wrapped herself up in a blanket so tightly she could cut off her circulation and watched stupid chick shows she knows I hate.  So, tomorrow we will have another squabble:  I will be a little on edge because I know if I miss out I will have to wait at least several more days, and she will act shocked, shocked! that he husband might want some affection, as I haven't brought it up in a few days.  Ugh.

Ah, Valentine's Day....

Well, Valentine's Day is approaching.  There's a line from a bad chick flick I hate (Sleepless in Seattle) in which the main character says "It's Valentine's Day...every man in America is getting laid today."  Well, everyone but me.  Ok, I know a lot of lonely people don't like Valentine's Day, but for me, it might actually hurt worse.  At least if I was single and lonely I'd have an excuse.  Valentine's Day, along with my anniversary, is a bitter reminder that my wife simply does not want to be physically near me.
In the last few years, my wife has pretended she forgot the day entirely (isn't that my job?), has intentionally gone out of town twice without me (yes, I know that could mean she's just spending it with someone else, but that's another topic for another day), and for the rest has tried to irritably claim that the day was invented by the greeting card company, and it's not real.  For the record, the romantic part of the holiday goes back centuries, and is mentioned in Shakespeare's Hamlet.  I point out that it is actually Mother's Day that was invented by Hallmark and friends, and that maybe she shouldn't be getting cards from the kids, and she just gets angry about it (I wonder why).  No, there will be no beautiful lass wearing a skimpy outfit and a smile waiting for me at night.  She'll probably either cover herself with blankets, turn on awful TV, and pretend to be asleep, or tense herself for the argument.
For this year, she has thrown me a curveball.  She has said she does not want to go out to eat to save money, as we spent a buttload of money on a trip very recently.  This could be an honest statement, but I'd give it 50-50 it's not.  The fact that she wants to "celebrate" on a busy Saturday (three days early) is also puzzling; what is she up to?  Well, I've decided to make sure that there will not be any avoiding other romantic activities for the evening.  I'm not just talking about you-know-what; I have stated repeatedly that there needs to be a nice meal and some "time to ourselves."  So far, there have been no outright denials, but I am simply not devious enough to figure out what she might actually be up to.
We'll see, everyone, how this goes...