Since I was called out (Thanks, Erica) I'll let my secret out: I'm not too fond of sex.
You know what, you don't even need to read the rest of this, you can just add your comment now, go ahead and while you are at it, close your mouth because that is just the tip of this iceberg. It's not like something really bad and horrifying happened to me in my past, let's just get that out of the way.
When it comes to sex, I'd just rather not. That does not make me a prude, you know me and you know that ain't me. It doesn't mean that my current beau has no skills. That also does not mean that I do not have sex with my boyfriend.
It means I'd rather do other stuff. Oh, gee, warning to all future suitors: Don't get with me, because you won't be getting any 24/7. I'd rather sleep, eat, kiss, and hug.
I may be wrong but I think that Incredible is getting a pretty darn good deal because when I am in the mood, guess what, it's that much more better because let's face it between my crazy periods and me rather wanting to knit than get naked, I'll give it and give it good (once in a blue moon). I am his girlfriend and I think that goes under the job duties. Believe me, this is a tough one to keep from him because of course he has no clue about this (it would break him I am sure). I have to work that much harder to come up with excuses because "I have a headache" really does not cut it anymore.
I'm not mean, if he is really genuinely excited and it's not just the daily morning wood talking (that's when I'd rather sleep); I'll cave in. Let's not forget we are talking about my boyfriend, who sets his alarm to wake him an hour earlier for sex. I'll do the math, that means he wakes me up at 5:30 AM to do the deed---No, thank you.
Then there is the whole me being that lazy: taking clothes off and making sure he is 'happy' and then doing it all over again right after. I'd just rather not.
I hope someone out there agrees with me; ooh this could be a time to take AP down with me because she is in the same boat. One night when we were not discussing cramps, we fell into this discussion and she was shocked because she thought that I was some sexual maniac. Ha ha, me, really? Do I give off that impression? She then confessed that she felt the same way.
For all you pervs, this does not mean that I am on my knees all the time because even with that; I'd rather eat. FOOD, people, food!