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There’s one thing that scares me about marriage. Well okay, more than one thing, but the one that’s top of mind is the fact that marriage seems to reduce the sex in a relationship. It seems like all the married people I know are getting laid less often than when they were dating each other.
I would think proximity and access to each other every day would increase it, but what do I know – I’m single and not having to contend daily with the concept that familiarity may in fact, breed contempt.I’ve heard all the reasons from both sides, on why sex dwindles in a lot of marriages.
Men say it’s because women stop wanting it, or become such naggers about other parts of the relationship that men get turned off. Women, on the other hand, say they would still want it if their men hadn’t gotten lazy with the emotional nurturance of the relationship by doing the sweet, romantic things they did while dating. Many women also complain about what I call “diet sex.” This is when men give up the Haagen Dazs brand of sex that was the norm before marriage, and exchange it for sex-lite which is the low fat, less sugar, no flavor version of sex. In other words, men take a lot of the good stuff, that women like, out of the recipe; such as long, passionate kisses, and other ingredients of foreplay. (Hell, I’ve had boyfriends that turn into lazy lovers after six months of dating, so I feel a woman’s pain if she’s stuck with sex-lite for years!)
First of all, does it sound too weird to say that I think of her as a prophet delivering the gospel on vitality, rejuvenation, sexiness, and well being? It’s not that weird that I’m on my knees bowing right now, saying the words “I’m not worthy”, is it?
Forget about her stupid Chrissy Snow character on the TV show Three’s Company. It made her a household name in the 70’s, but it is her ongoing crusade to educate people on how to stay healthy, her commitment to turning a negative into a positive, and her brilliance as a business woman that makes her a true phenomenon, and the reason why she is our female f.a.t.ty(Fit After Thirty Hotty) pick of the week (and century). There are so many reasons I admire this woman, that if I could choose the same person every week without boring you gals, I would choose her every time, because there is that much to say.
In the spirit of showcasing a dude who can live up to our female f.a.t.ty pick of the week (Suzanne Somers), we chose a man who also beat cancer to go on to achieve amazing things in his career. We choose Lance Armstrong as our f.a.t.ty (Fit After Thirty Hotty) dude of the week, because we heard he is coming out of retirement for the 2009 cycling season and we think he is the closest thing to the Bionic Man that we can think of!
We Can Rebuild Him. We have the technology. We have the capability to build the world’s first bionic man. Lance Armstrong will be that man.
In 1996 when he was diagnosed with testicular cancer, it had already spread to his lungs, brain, and stomach. He had brain surgery and a drug therapy treatment and battled back to return to cycling in 1998. It sounds unbelievable that this guy was back on a bike only two years after beating a deadly disease!
Remember the Seinfeld episode about “shrinkage” where George worries about whether women know that a man’s anatomy reacts like a “frightened turtle” after he’s been in cold water, because a woman saw him naked right after he went swimming? “I was in the pool!” He shouted.
A few years ago, I discovered the female equivalent to that scenario. A friend set me up on a blind date with a good friend of her husband’s. Because he was a trusted friend of theirs I did not mind him picking me up at my apartment. Gotta love chivalry! He arrived smelling very good and looking even better. He was slightly early, so I still had two loads of clean laundry in a basket on my couch that I had not had time to put away. I invited him in and quickly ran to the other room for my sweater.
As I was headed back down the hall, my eye caught the laundry basket long enough for me to notice a horrific site. I had left my “FrumpSista” panties, as I call them, in plain sight, prominently exposed on top of the heap of clean laundry!
You know the panties I’m talking about, right? Not quite as bad as granny panties, but almost. The pair that you bought in a three for five bucks package from the TJ Maxx close out bin, that you only wear during your period when you have to wear a pad and need the wide crotch to wrap the wings around? That pair. The most boring, lace free, unfeminine pair of panties ever known to womankind. The panties with the “frills kills” attitude that all other lacy briefs and sexy thongs refuse to associate with in the underwear drawer. The pair that never saw the inside of a Victoria’s Secret store even in their infancy; and in their wildest dreams, aren’t even a distant third cousin of Victoria.
It is really no coincidence that I choose Hump Day as the day to introduce my new, weekly ritual of announcing our famous male f.a.t.ty selection of the week. What is a f.a.t.ty? No, it’s not a stogie, it’s a Fit After Thirty Hotty. Here at Fit After Thirty, we love men, and what better way to show our admiration than to pay tribute to the dudes who fit my criteria to win this esteemed title!
What’s my criteria for a Fit After Thirty dude selection, other than being over 30, you ask? Well, Wednesday is hump day. Use your imagination. If you’re offended by that, think of it this way: men talk about women in terms of how “do-able” we are, all the time. So, let’s just be equal opportunity players in that game. Or, I’ll be the lone player and you gals be the spectators. Here we go!
I recently saw a talk show on which a woman was complaining that her husband never notices when she gets her hair done. Another lady in the audience was equally incensed about her boyfriend being so unobservant that when she went to the trouble of buying a new, cute bathing suit, he had not even complimented her on it when they went to the beach.
One by one, female audience members shared similar stories about their oblivious men. They were incensed and looking for answers from the panelist, an “expert” on male behavior.
Halfway through the program, I realized that I might be the only woman in America who adores this supposed male flaw. Perhaps it takes a fashion disaster like myself to truly appreciate that men can be unobservant creatures more often than not, but my deodorant-smudged shirt and I have benefited from this trait more times than I can count.
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There’s one thing that scares me about marriage. Well okay, more than one thing, but the one that’s top of mind is the fact that marriage seems to reduce the sex in a relationship. It seems like all the married people I know are getting laid less often than when they were dating each other. 
