Twitter: Pathetic School Boy in Book Two: The Fifteenth Year of the Third Millennium of the Common Era

Some patterns remind me far too well of my school days. The learning the object of my affection, the doing for, the attraction … and ultimate failure of reciprocation.

Tonight, as I finished the laundry a big comforter was coming out of the dryer. My wife loves wrapping herself in blankets and the like post-dryer… so I ran over to her with the comforter outstretched and I said “Get in here before the warmth goes away!” She ran over, wrapped herself in it, and cooed. I felt good being able to make her happy. After a little while, she declared that she wanted to take a shower and… as she disrobed… my heart raced, my attention was rapt, and I found myself staring. At the sight of my wife… naked. And I realized.... it is because… even though we live together… sleep in the same bed… all of that.... I almost never see her naked anymore. It used to be a once a day thing… she’d take her shirt and bra off before coming to bed, so I would at least see her chest once a day (never if ever anything else).... but she doesn’t do that anymore. I don’t know if it is because she’s cold or… what the reason may be. But… no.... the most undressed I see my wife these days is shorts and a sports bra. So being that excited at seeing my wife undress for a shower? Made me feel like a school boy again… and NOT in a good way.

Last updated January 04, 2016