Recently, Mrs. Lion has explained that she hasn’t teased or tortured me because I fell asleep. I suppose that sometimes I do take a cat nap after dinner. My naps rarely last more than half an hour. I don’t know why Mrs. Lion sees this as a signal that we can’t have sexual fun. The logical explanation is that she isn’t very interested and uses my cat nap to signal that I’m not interested either.
The problem for me is that I have no control over these naps. Most of the time, I’m not even aware that I slept. The only immediate clue I get is that the TV show that was on when I fell asleep had ended. It’s like a slice of time has disappeared from my life. When I wake up, I am no different than I was before I fell asleep. My libido is just as active or inactive. I’ve discussed this with Mrs. Lion. Each time we talk about it, she ignores my naps for a while. Then, she goes back to blaming them for no action.
I think the real story is that she isn’t all that interested. It’s a purely altruistic act on her part. There is absolutely nothing in it for her. On Friday night, I had imposed on her by asking her to drive me 25 miles to pick up my glasses. We didn’t get home until 8:30. By the time we ate the takeout we got, it was after 9. About an hour after we ate, I fell asleep for 20 minutes. By then, I was sure Mrs. Lion wasn’t in the mood.
Of course, she’s never in the mood. Sex is over for her. I’m lucky she makes an effort to provide a release for me. Beggars can’t be choosers. Lately, it feels like there is a wall between our beds. I know she loves me. I don’t think she likes physical contact with me very much. I’ve noticed that I initiate any touching we do outside of sex. This makes me sad.
Maybe it is time to stop expecting contact, sexual or otherwise. Perhaps I have to either give up sex or find release another way.
[Mrs. Lion — I should have made it clear that I was tired after picking up Lion’s glasses. We both snoozed for a bit in the afternoon. And he didn’t impose on me to drive him. I’ll drive him anywhere he wants to go, anytime he wants to go. As far as the wall between our beds is concerned, sure the napping comes into play, but I’ve also been feeling like Lion just lays there. When I move over to snuggle and play with my weenie, he does nothing. Just lays there. It feels like the old stereotype of the woman laying there while the husband “does his business” and gets off her. I’m not sure what I want him to do, but turning off the TV or acknowledging me other than the obvious erection would go a long way.]