He gets out his beard trimmer and gets to work. When we get back from the beach, the Viking asks if I want a ladyscaping, something he knows I love. I’ve made an effort to dress cuter than usual for Date Day - sundress, heels, dangly earrings.
Walking back to the car from brunch, a guy who’s nowhere near my type checks me out a little. Before getting up, we snuggle with the puppy, who’s snuck into the bed and wormed her way between us in the night.ġ1:30 a.m. We discuss the day’s itinerary: brunch, used furniture store, beach with the new puppy, barbecue dinner. He gives me a tender kiss, longer than usual for a weekday morning. We’ve taken the day off work with the plan to goof around town, a date of sorts.
I wake up at the same time as the Viking - nicknamed by a mutual friend for his height and heritage. This week, the Married Woman Whose Dog Ruined Her Sex Life: Female, 41, freelance writer, San Rafael, California, straight, married.Ĩ a.m. Once a week, Daily Intelligencer takes a peek behind doors left slightly ajar.
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