“That thing damned near killed me last night.” She said to me this morning with an undertone of delight. We embrace and I say, just trying to a good job.
But I thought about it over the course of the day and I realize that as part of this process things have changed in the bedroom for me. I can’t say that it’s confidence because I don’t have an issue there. It’s something else and I told her this evening that I don’t want this to sound wrong but I’ve just become more interested in taking care of her in the bedroom. She asked: “Haven’t you always?” I said no, not really, I viewed it more as 50/50, now it’s different, I feel I’m taking over.
Acknowledging the different posture in the bedroom she said “It looks like you got a new hobby”.
Hard to put it into words. I’m just stepping into it, handling it.