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

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...

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