Woman: “I need a massage.” Translation: “I need a massage.” What man hears: “Sex tonight.”
Man: “I need a massage.” Translation: “I need a massage and I’d like that to lead to sex.” What woman hears: “I need a massage.”
Man gives woman massage. Ten seconds in, man is turned on and thinking of sex.
Woman hopes man can stay focused long enough to actually give her the massage she desperately needs. Ten seconds in, man is massaging the top of woman’s ass… the part that NEVER hurts. Woman knows she’s hoping against hope.
Woman thinks to herself, “Did I say my upper thigh was sore?!” Sigh.
Woman gives man massage… A nice, long massage.
When man is feeling relieved and relaxed from massage, he rolls over and asks woman to massage the front.
Woman: “I JUST need a massage. JUST a massage.” Translation: “We are not having sex, Give me the massage, nobody gets hurt.” What man hears: “Sex tonight.”
—— ADDENDUM: Man reads woman’s blog. Man says, “Well sometimes I really do just want or need a massage.” Woman, “And you wouldn’t like that to lead to sex?” Man responds, “Honey bunny, I’d like a conversation about BILLS to lead to sex.” Woman, “See?” Man, “Be sure to note woman asks for massage ten times more often than man.” Woman, “Okay, baby.”
Angie, being Angie. A perfectly imperfect woman, daughter, friend, mother, and wife. I’m a lover and a fighter. I’m up, and I’m down. I succeed. I fuck up. (I cuss). I hope people see things here and in my writing they only think to themselves and are inspired to be unashamed of who they are.
Let’s live life… out loud.