Failed again...

Nope, didn't finish my dare, nor the other requests DH made of me. This weekend, sexually and adventurously speaking, was a failure.

Friday started with a call from a friend offering to give us a date night! My hopes were high when I called DH at work, thinking it would be sexier to hear my voice than read an email. His sigh and mutterings of short notice was enough to snuff out the flame as quickly as it had ignited. I am trying to determine how it is that his reactions can be so devastating to me, and so quickly. Most anyone else, I'd have a sarcastic reply and let it roll off my back, but his words always cut through me like a knife.

But it was still promising to be a fun evening...we did some shopping and then went out for pizza and beer, thinking the alcohol would put a rosy glow on the evening's activities. And it did! We had a great conversation sitting next to each other (thank you sun!) and we were ready to enjoy the evening. We had to make a stop at a friend's who is famous for her martinis. She was trying a new recipe and I had to give her a critique! One drink led to another (for me) and the conversation dragged on for an hour. I don't know why, but she didn't make one for DH, which meant that he was standing there for an hour while his buzz was dying down.

We finally made it home and watched another installation of the HBO sex documentary about girl porn. While entertaining, it didn't really titillate. But I was still buzzing and so when we went to bed, I was all ready, and DH was ready...for sleep! Of course, this reaction was again amplified in my head 1,000 times. So we spent a rare night up late arguing. No fun at all!

Saturday was spent with errands and a girl party for me, which ended quite late. With no fun party tales to tell! Though this was definitely more the type of "fun friends" I am looking to connect with than the friends I have. But when I came in at 1 in the morning, I didn't want a repeat of the night before, so I let DH slumber.

The next morning, he was up early to make bacon, a family favorite, and he kindly let me sleep a little longer. A volunteer obligation kept me out most of the day and exhausted on my return. So the evening was spent lazily in front of the television while DH enjoyed football and I stared into space.

Except for a couple of dalliances, which I'll save for another post, that was how I failed this weekend.