It was a shit day. All day. Wake up: headache. Coffee: left on top of the car. Work: sucked. Drive home: sucked. I was hoping 2021 would start to bring *some* kind of change. I was hoping I could leave the shit day in the driveway. As I sat there for twenty-or-so minutes, I thought of everything that had been happening. Sarah’s new job. My job. Our conflicting schedules. Schedules so far out of line that our sex life had gone down the toilet. We were trying to make appointments to fuck rather than the spontaneous kitchen bang we would have on a Tuesday. Now, we were looking to share relations January 15th at around 7:30 PM (permitting neither of us were tired or feeling out of it). Everything was flaccid. My life. My dick. Everything.
It was 6PM. I still had an hour before Sarah got home. And, I could only imagine, it would be another sexless night. I took a breath and left my car; I made my way up the driveway with hopes of a hot shower and maybe some quick masturbation. As I got to the door, I made to my front pocket for my keys. Wrist deep in my jeans, I hear the door unlock from inside.