I have this miraculous ability to make a bet, lose it and then never follow through. It’s created a bit of sexual tension in our relationship.
Okay, but really. If Mr. Grinch would just choose a more innovative bet, I’d be all over it. For the last 3 ½ years every single bet has “sex” weaved into it–oral sex, intercourse, anal sex (HA! Yeah right!) You name the type of sex; he’s probably made a bet on it. Doesn’t he understand? I’m the SexGrinch not the freaking Queen of the Sex Fairy Goddesses… Besides that’s too long of a blog title. Now where was I? Oh yes. I work midnights, it’s frustrating not being able to share a bed with Mr. Grinch, but I love my job and we need it. I get nightly grievances from him about needed a good cuddle to sleep better. I promised him I would cuddle him to sleep on Sunday, my next night off work. The conversation goes…
SG: I promise this Sunday, I will
MG: We should put a bet on that
SG: Um, k?
MG: You think of something, ANYTHING GOES.
SG: Haha, Right, ok. (I know where this is going…)
MG: And it’s going to be a weeklong bet; dishes, pampering, cleaning, ANYTHING GOES.
SG: Ahhh, I can already guess what yours will be.
MG: Perhaps, Perhaps Not..
MG: Fine, I’m going to make it sex every night but it’s got to be in a different room every night.
SG: *LOL* you should really be more creative.
Talk about motivation. Who wants to put money on me winning this bet? I get to cuddle Mr. Grinch to sleep and get pampered for a week? Seriously? This man is toast and he doesn’t even recognize it.