We make toast every weekend and it is golden. I am content. Then one day I put a slice of bread in the toaster and without changing any settings I end up with burnt toast. I always utter out loud, “burnt toast”, sigh, and make sure the toaster knows I am UNHAPPY. “How can this happen?” Is my toaster in a bad mood. Did I make my toaster mad? Are my hands cold? -lots of “I don’t understands” and then decision to butter it and call it good or try again. I don’t however tell my friends I had a toast failure and think the world is ending. Sure, I might check the settings to make sure nothing obvious has been adjusted but I usually just accept it and eat it.
It occurs to me burnt toast is like a sexual failure. Other than the Classics: failure to launch, stay the course, or land why would I determine something a fail? I mean if the peg goes in the hole isn’t that a success?
There are other things involved and when they don’t happen we often call it a FAIL. No, I didn’t go to sex referee school but this is a hot topic among couples and between women.
It is like we expect to do something over and over and expect it to turn out golden everytime.
Sex is messy. We get insecure about our bodies. We don’t communicate. Foreplay gets omitted or shortened for either of us. Cats jump on the bed. I have to pee. We are tired. I am cold. I am hot. These are happen and will continue to happen. These we can laugh about.
I am still falling in love with my Man