Sleep vs. Sex

All of us have some sort of excess baggage, even if we hide it from the world. I guess you could say I'm the lady at the airport whose bag suddenly breaks and my bras and panties are flung into every direction, possibly poking someone's eye out. There's not much I keep for myself, and if you know me, you are familiar with my openness.

[My real father/sperm-donor was extremely unfaithful, so I grew up in a household that was none too happy. There were certain signs I picked up on at a young age. These cues have always led me to the correct answer. I have more than once walked in on my boyfriend with another girl, or somehow found out about them cheating on me. You would think this would make me wary of all men, but it doesn't. I know they are not all like the jerk who I owe part of my DNA to. I trust willingly, because I would like to be trusted as well.]

Situation:

Last night, my boyfriend was extremely exhausted from work and wanted nothing more than a shower, food and sleep. So I was somewhat distraught when he didn't want sex.

"Did I do something wrong? Am I being punished?, " my mind was reeling trying to figure out what the hell I could have done.

Then, I thought, "Why am I making this about me? Maybe it's about him."

As much the devil on my left shoulder told me "He's cheating", I knew better. To satisfy my red friend and his poker, I googled "why men don't want sex". The top 10 reasons appeared on my screen, including Stress and Sleep Deprivation. And with that, I was reassured. So this morning, as we were getting ready for work I told him what I did. He was fine with it. I never once accused him of anything nor did I insinuate that he was doing anything wrong. He replied, "Yeah, I was so tired."

The lesson here:
In my mind: "Something must be wrong."
In his mind: "Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz."

They are much more simple than women like to think.

-Gray