7 Days of Sex

The other night the wife and I were flipping through On Demand, trying to find something to watch on TV to unwind after a long day. Right at the top of the list was a show called "7 Days of Sex". I was intrigued by the tittle. Turns out it is a show that takes couples who are struggling in their marriages and has them commit to having sex 7 days in a row.

We noticed, through the two episodes we watched, that the relationships of each couple were dramatically improved. Not that the sex by itself improved anything, but it seemed to put each person into a state of being more inclined to please their significant other.

The wife and I were inspired. Our own sex-life had been less than stellar as of late. And our overall relationship wasn't perfect either. So, why not try a week of sex? Lets see if we can get similar results as the couples on the show.

We are now 2 days into it. Today will be day 3, once we get around to it later. I've already notices some big changes. Not that we haven't had sex 2 days in a row before, but knowing the week long commitment is there helps.

For one thing, we are talking a lot more to each other about sex. Specifically, about our sex and how good/bad it is. And that has led to some definite improvements between the sheets.

We've even talked a little bit about....fantasies...*gasp*. A nun just fainted somewhere.

I'm excited to see what other changes come over our relationship over the next few days. And, who knows, maybe we won't stop at 7 days. Maybe we'll keep going.

A Shift From Protector to Partner

I hope this doesn't come across as feminist in any way. I hate those wack-jobs.

While on a long run the other day I was thinking. It's something I do a lot while running. Sadly, I generally don't do it well. I remembered my youth, specifically the time while I grew where I pictured the woman that I might some day marry. And as I remembered, I couldn't help but compare those day-dreams of youth with the actual woman I am now married to.

First of all, I remember thinking that I wanted to marry a petite, delicate woman. One that I could carry easily in my big strong arms. I saw her, this future wife, as something that I would need to protect. In other words, I bought into that old school archetypal wife.

But, I married a strong, independent woman. I married someone that doesn't need my protection. I married someone that sometimes needs to protect me. And my life is richer for it.

The relationship that allows for an equal partnership is so much more fulfilling that what I had pictured when young. I'm exceptionally happy that I married who I did, and that I've grown to appreciate something so much more beautiful and powerful.

I find it interesting that society still tries to portray women as subservient to men. Women are not second class citizens. They are not a collection of body parts created for our enjoyment. My wife is my equal or better in every way that matters, and I love her all the more for it.