And remind me to be bloody grateful. Had a lovely birthday yesterday. Really the best one I've probably ever had. Got lovely presents and the sweetest card with handwritten words that made me cry.
Spent the day with my wonderful man and went out for dinner all dressed up with sexy lingerie on dropping hand grenades of hints (had a bath, mowed the lady garden etc 😜) all going well until he asks if we can postpone sexy time until after Match of the day.
I happily agree as I'm a football nut too but make a deal that we can stream some porn and give the memory foam bits of the sofa nightmares to remember enjoy each other. He agreed.
And then fell asleep.
I'm ashamed to say I threw a little weepy tantrum as it was my birthday and he'd gone out wearing the tightest pair of trousers he had (around the bum) and dear god I got the fanny gallops I really wanted him.
To be fair to DP I do have the higher sex drive but when I get it he is amazing and he had professed to being a little under the weather downstairs which I understood (hence the porn suggestion)
He has every right not to want sex and he's apologised and told me he loves me so I need a slap from someone to kick my own ass.