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Oh What A Relief It Isn't
My beer, like much of my life, lacks fizz.
I was eager to get the my first bottle of homemade beer open last night. As the cap clanked to the counter, the bottle stood there silently. As I poured the cold beer into the glass there was no head. No suds. Oh, there were a few bubbles but the stuff was nowhere near fully carbonated.
I was let down a bit. The beer still in the bottles will likely be just fine in a week or so but still... I was really looking forward to the experience being perfect.
I couldn't help but think how very much this was exactly like the previous evening. Substitute a naked Donna for cold, flat beer. Sure, it was beer... and it was cold... but it wasn't the full experience I'd anticipated. One hates to disparage cold beer at first glance but upon further inspection, it just isn't satisfying.
At least I know what to do about the beer. With Donna, I'm at a loss. Perhaps I don't express my feelings well. Perhaps my needs are selfish. One way or the other, I'm dissatisfied and I have no ability to find a solution.
When trying to explain my frustration today Donna gave me her summation of my feelings. "So what you're saying is that you're mad because I was in bed naked."
While technically correct this is just like saying, "So you didn't like the beer even though it was cold." While the coldness of beer is very important, it is not the only variable in excellent beer. Just as simple nakedness is not the single attribute of a quality intimate experience.
I had no response. The depth of my frustration is so much more than that. To have her quantify it in such simple and petty terms was heartbreaking. She simply doesn't understand what I need and I don't know how to help her know what's in my heart.
What I want is a partner who isn't satisfied with simply being technically available, a lover who wants me to love her and understands why I would want more than simple nakedness to satisfy my need for intimacy and romance. I don't want sex to be a task that needs checking off a list, a duty for which one scores credits to be cashed in during a later argument.
So, we repeat the cycle. I will eventually shelve my needs and wants in exchange for peace. She will take that as a sign that I have gotten over my trivial tantrum about her perfectly acceptable behavior. I will maintain the peace by holding my tongue for a few weeks and this will reinforce her false assumption that all is well. Then, one day, after gritting my teeth and tolerating the lack of spark and foreplay for the eighth or ninth time, I will do as I did the other night.
I will speak my mind... my petty, selfish, foolish mind.
Then again, maybe if I just put the bottle back on the shelf, in a few days there will be fizz. In beer and in love, maybe next week, there'll be more head.
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"What I want is a partner who isn't satisfied with simply being technically available, a lover who wants me to love her and understands why I would want more than simple nakedness to satisfy my need for intimacy and romance. I don't want sex to be a task that needs checking off a list, a duty for which one scores credits to be cashed in during a later argument."
That is exactly what you should tell her. It's not selfish to expect real intimacy in a marriage instead of a lie.