I don’t really get all this debate over same-sex marriages. Especially the people who say they don’t agree with it, because eventually all marriages become same sex marriages in my opinion.
If you’ve been married less than, let’s say a year and a half, you’re probably changing positions like varsity wrestlers and coming like Tri-Rail trains. After that, however, things become much more routine, the same thing the same way with the same person. Here’s how it works out once every week:
Thursday is the BIG night, because you’re winding down from a hectic work week and preparing for a relaxing weekend.
First comes dinner at the Red Lobster. Lot’s of people (men mostly) consider a nice seafood meal to be an aphrodisiac.
After a fast drive home it’s a glass of brandy and a quick b.m. Then the real fun begins.
Five to ten minutes of lights out, missionary style lovemaking!
The evening ends with the 10 o’clock news and perhaps a leftover lobster quesadilla while ma-lady visits the bidet. Next Thursday you start all over again.
All this same sex stuff may sound boring to younger couples at the peak of their natural appetites and God given hormonal instincts, but it’s really not that bad. The both of you know in advance when, where and how plus there’s that lovely expression about a comfortable “old shoe”. In fact, what night is it tonight?