Marriage is hard. We both knew that when we spoke our vows. I, certainly, expected to be challenged when I made the solemn promise to devote myself to the one person, forever. And, until the last three or four months, we have made it work exceedingly well. But life moves forward, things get complicated, and sometimes romance ages poorly. We didnt used to be like this, resorting to tired old sexual traditions. The hard part is knowing we have it in us to be wild, but not knowing where it has been hiding.
Its a familiar story. We met in college, we were both in greek life, both a bit promiscuous. But once we found each other, nothing else really mattered. Physically and emotionally, there was nobody else even worth looking at. We had the kind of fast love that sends a tingle to your fingers when you hear the phone buzz in the morning. She liked that my looks and personality were a bit incongruent; 6’3, a body built for work, for athletics. Spanish skin that tans easily in the summertime. A few well-done tattoos adorning my body.