So, You Wanna Know about Frigidity?

The purpose of this blog is, as the title suggests, to discuss my personal pain and frustration with being married to a frigid woman. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the term, a “frigid” woman is one who is emotionally and physically cold. She simply does not want physical contact with her husband, especially having sex. I am sure there are frigid men out there, but I am pretty sure the overwhelming number of people that fit this description are women. I would like to differentiate between women who just have sex less as the years go by, and those that simply do not ever want to do it at all. I have read that psychologists define a “sexless” marriage as one in which the couple has sex ten times or less a year; there have been several years like that for me. Most married adults have sex, on average, between two or three times a week. I am lucky if it happens more than once a month and isn’t gawdawful. You are welcome to read, but please try to avoid slapping stereotypes and quick judgments on me or her. For those of you that are looking for something to “get your jollies,” well, I hate to disappoint you, but this blog is not it. If anything, you will read scintillating tales of people not having sex.

Friday, February 10, 2012

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...

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