Saturday night, we had a date. A real hire-the-babysitter date. We were supposed to get together with 3 other couples but they all bailed. So we decided to go it alone. We went to The Outback and shared a bloomin onion.
But I was not feeling it. For one thing, I was coming down with some sort of sinus bug. So I wasn't feeling the energy to get into a major discussion. Arwyn noted that I wasn't too talkative, but didn't offer up a lot. We did talk about kids and stuff. But no hitting on any hot issues. We walked around to the mall until it closed, spending most of the time at the bookstore.
No sex, either, needless to say. We held hands and hugged and kissed once. But neither of us was feeling it. By the time I got the babysitter home and got back, it was well after 11 and me getting sick, I was just tired. But I'm also thinking some extra endorphins wouldn't hurt in my recovery. The lack thereof has left me more vulnerable to the sort of chronic illness that Arwyn is prone to.
Add to my therapy objective list: Deal with rejection more productively and buffer against depression. The whole crash n' burn thing takes its toll.
I'm thinking that I would like one of those massages like DH got last week.