Comments on: Fore isn’t just a golf term

By: C'tina

C'tina — Sun, 15 Feb 2009 23:21:17 +0000

LOL, when I showed dh this post and comments, cause he’s CONSTANTLY (tormenting) grabbing, humping and/or leaning on me (…which he reminds me I should be happy that he’s still so attracted to me…tee hee…which deep down I am…) so when I showed him the post he says, “and you women wonder why at 40 we want to trade you in for two twenties….” it’s the *lean* into the kitchen counter while grabbing that bugs me most…

By: jeanie

jeanie — Sun, 15 Feb 2009 22:25:14 +0000

Oh there should be a public service announcement in a few men’s magazines about the whole boob grab while cooking thing.

V doesn’t do that (that much) any more – mainly because I gave him a few “you are in with a chance most nights, don’t stuff up tonight while I am on Mummy watch” looks (and possibly verbalised the same).

Doing the folding while I am cooking tea? Gorgeous. Washing up and getting the kitchen spic. Thrilling. Whispering how sexy I am. Hot.

By: anonymous

anonymous — Sun, 15 Feb 2009 03:56:34 +0000

for starters, my husband is looking forward to when i stop nursing so i can have a margarita.

other than that, not only is there no 4play, there’s really no bang, either.
and that hasn’t been a big change since our daughter was born 7 months ago. chalk it up to us being together for 15 years (married 6).

he was a virgin; and i’ve only been with virgins. so i guess the bedroom is not very exciting over here.

doesn’t help that i have wretched self-esteem. the c-section belly flap isn’t working for me much. and i don’t get a lot of help from him. he says he’s just letting me work out my issues.

he should know that they’d be worked out faster if i had any real compliment or sweet touch. though now that i think about it, any of this inappropriate touching as described would work, too.

By: anonymous

anonymous — Sun, 15 Feb 2009 00:32:18 +0000

(I’m going anon because the hubs really hates when I discuss sex online! BTDT)

I’m 42 and don’t recall any major sex thing at 35, although that is when I got married so maybe…. With a kindergartener in the house, I am just tense about being interrupted (and aware that I always get up first, get less sleep, etc), so the faster I can finish, the better, and get to sleep. Fore what? If there is time, and I’m not tired, and he’s not too obnoxious that night, then a neck rub would be nice, but mostly to relieve that tension I mostly feel. There’s just not real relaxing going on in me, I am finding. Maybe a hot tub?? Too bad we don’t have one!

What makes me feel close, and therefore more drawn to him, is having a real conversation about my feelings at the moment, whatever they are, no interruptions, no secrets, with or without tears. I may not want sex at that very moment but the intimacy it brings makes me feel closer. So I’m more interested later. I think the longer you are together, the more you can build walls without realizing it, having separate lives for the most of the days, and not being connected. I guess that is the work part of marriage! Coming together in little ways, emotionally. Hopefully that would lead to sexually, too.

By: tiffani

tiffani — Sat, 14 Feb 2009 17:39:55 +0000

This whole past year I’ve been trying to figure this out. I read the 5 love languages book, which talks a lot about relationships once they get out of that ‘in love’, codependant stage (lol) and head into ‘omg, we’ve got bills, kids, responsibilities, and you f’ing suck…’ stage. it’s a pretty brillz book, and once I told hubby that I needed verbal affirmations it was game ON over here.

He used to pick apart everything that needed to be done, but wasn’t. Now, he looks around, takes a deep breath, and says, “You have to many other important things to do than waste your time cleaning up the kitchen 5 times a day.” Those are magic words, right there. “You’re doing too good a job being an awesome mom to waste your time organizing the pantry…” and I totally want in his pants. lol.

By: Dharmamama

Dharmamama — Sat, 14 Feb 2009 13:58:30 +0000

It’s possible this post won’t count, because I’m single and haven’t had s e x in…. a very, very, very long time. But I KNOW what would turn me on, and it’s less 4 play than attitude adjustment: some absolute nurturing. Things done FOR me, because I’m doing stuff for everyone else all of the time. I know, ideally, I would be carving out the time for self-nurturing and not relying on anyone else. But if there *were* someone else? You can bet I’d be relying on them! Things I’d like: a call in the middle of the day, “Don’t worry about dinner, I’ve got it”, “I’ll take the boys to the park for a while, you can do whatever you want – but there’s bubble bath in the bathroom”. Etc., etc. Things that could help me have some energy left at the end of the day. {sigh}

BTW, it was 38 for me, 38 and 39 were the years that I was eyeing the muscular new grocery store clerk, thinking things like, “Half my age isn’t that bad! He’s legal!”

By: Lynette

Lynette — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 23:59:37 +0000

The fourplay thing is kinda like almond joy & mounds… Sometimes I feel like it, sometimes I don’t.

By: schmutzie

schmutzie — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 23:03:26 +0000

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By: Amy in OHio

Amy in OHio — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 20:22:01 +0000

Hate the boob grabbing, Hate the slapping on the ass (really really hate that one), Hate the unexpected tongue in my mouth – don’t get me wrong, there is a time and place for tongue, I’m not anti-tongue, but at my mother-in-law’s house? Nope, there will be no tongue.

Oh that’s right, I’m supposed to list things that DO work…

I’ll get back to you.

By: Jennifer, Playgroups are no place for children

Jennifer, Playgroups are no place for children — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 19:10:02 +0000

4 play? Huh? I’m not familiar with the term. HA!

I agree w/ Sarah (In the Trenches), WINE or really any alcohol. It’s the ONLY thing that works.

Boob grabbing in front of the kids IS sick. I should forward Tate this post.