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.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

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.
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