Ignorance is bliss
Talking about sex doesn’t help.
When there is so much that needs to be resolved, all it does is highlight the fact that there is so much that isn’t going to get resolved. That the two camps are so disparate. It shows how chalk and cheese are relatively similar: they both contain calcium, carbon and oxygen, and are crumbly solids. The sun and the moon, by contrast, merely have coincident orbits: beyond that, their structure, behaviour and evolution have little in common. The sun cannot change significantly without catastrophic results. If the moon is a lifeless, inert rock and even if it could change, who would notice?
Me : You could have so much better sex, if you’d let me.
Her : I don’t feel I’m missing out.
Me : You want me to focus on me. Well stroking your tits and pussy is focussing on me. I like touching you. I like going down on you. No, I love going down on you. It’s a turn on for me.
Her : Sometimes it’s a turn off for me.
Me : You say sometimes, but I don’t think you’ve ever key me.
Her : I’m sure I have.
Me : Well not in the last 10yrs.
(The truth is, and I struggled not to say this, is that I know I’d remember if She had. She’s never let me play with Her clit. She’s had my fingers in Her cunt maybe only 3 or 4 times. She’s let me go down on Her twice. I know these things, because they are important to me.)
Understanding the problem sometimes helps fix it.
Sometimes it just underlines the problem and dispels hope.