Sex As The Only Form Of Marital Appreciation
Little Red Pill and gender confusion walk-out here.
I’m on a roll with random posts today that begin with anecdotes, so I will do that again here.
I got divorced in early 2017. Thereafter, I had a brief fling with a woman I used to work with. That was over so quickly that by January 2018, we never spoke again. I did once write about this.
Well, before any of that happened, and when we were both married to other people, we sometimes had overlapping projects at work. I was in Texas and she was in Seattle, so all of our comms was on Yammer (ha! remember that?) or Microsoft Teams. I would not say it ever got “steamy,” because let’s recall I just said we were both married to other people at the time, but we did talk about relationships.
So, I remember one time in probably early 2015, my marriage was struggling for various reasons, most of which I could assignate to myself in hindsight. Me and this woman in Seattle were talking about relationships and she said something to the extent of:
“It’s important to do little things to serve your partner and make them realize you care.”
In that moment, she gave the example of going to get water for her husband (believe his name was John), who was also working at home at the time. Seemed like a cool anecdote, if basic. I honestly think I got home before my ex-wife that day and I made her a snack before dinner. Look at me, learning.
OK, now we can get steamier before I get to the actual point here. Once we were both divorced and had this fling, she told me a couple of other, slightly-more-salacious stories.
First one was she used to appear in the doorway of her husband’s home office when they were both WFH and just say, “Got time to fuck me?” Thought that was cool.
Then she told me a decent one with a long set-up, but I’ll try it here. Basically, her and her ex-husband (she’s now married again, I believe) go to Jamaica or someplace. They get in tons of fights while there. They fly back to Seattle and it’s clear this relationship is on the rocks. They put their kid to bed and have a big, relationship-future discussion. Four hours later, they decide to split. Big, seminal moment. What did she do? She went and initiated sex. I asked her “Why?” She said: “In that moment, I needed to serve him.”
I’ve actually asked a few other women who have been divorced this question, and a lot of women did initiate sex either that night or the night after.
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