Remember make up sex? The passion, the fury and energy that went into fighting being transfered to passion in the bed room.
Its not like that with us. Instead we have grumpy sex.
Here's a typical exchange:
Her (lets face it, me): Hmmm, I'm going to bed now.
Her: You coming?
Him: I'll be through in a bit I'm just going to finish watching this.
Her: Oh come to bed now, it'll be nice.
Him: I won't be long.
Her: Come on we could, you know ...
Him: Nice, but I just want to see the end of this.
Her: No 'cause by the time that finishes I'll be asleep, and I want to get into work early tomorrow.
Him: Well maybe we could have sex tomorrow night.
Her: BUT I'M OVULATING TODAY!
Her: Come on.
Him: Fine, but I'm knackered too so you can go on top.
Her: Great you want me to do all the work as usual, just forget it I don't feel like it any more.
Him: Well neither do I but I've turned the telly off now so come on.
Who needs candles, pink champagne and Kenny G on the stereo when you can have seduction like that on an ordinary Wednesday night?