My Boyfriend Needs to Get Laid

In the midst of all of my personal family craziness and this deadline for this play I need to finish, I'm starting to feel like a shitty boyfriend.

My boyfriend needs more sex from me. When I left the house this morning to come here to the Coffee Bean in Toluca Lake to "wake up" and to get some writing done before I meet my friend Larry for coffee and my friend Rebekah for lunch (yeah, lots of writing getting done there...but Larry is my writing wingman and Rebekah is my good friend who always has some sassy comments for me), I felt horrible because we were supposed to have sex last night.

I have friends who have kids who talk about having to schedule sex. And I'm actually totally supportive of that. Do I need to start scheduling sex? Because I have some self-judgment about that. Sure, it's fine for my friends who have kids to figure out how to get some boning into their lives between feedings, nap times and bathies. But I'm a grown man without kids who should be able to let my boyfriend poke me regularly without having to schedule it. But that's not happening.

There are blow jobs. Let's not be ridiculous, here. There are plenty of blow jobs. Lots of 69ing because The Drummer loves that shit and so do I. There's plenty of playing around at the Korean Spa when we go. It's not like there isn't touching. There's cuddling in bed. There's the constant expression of "I Love You." It's not like we're in a loveless relationship. We are totally still attracted to each other.

But the problem is that I get tired early. My boyfriend is a musician, so he's good to stay up until 2 or 3 in the morning. I'm a senior citizen (not really, but sometimes in spirit and sleep habits) and I like to be in bed winding down watching 1 GIRL 5 GAYS by 11/11:30. I knew it was over last night when we finished dinner, he left to make a deposit at the bank and left me to continue watching WATCH WHAT HAPPENS LIVE with Jeana Keough and Kristin Chenoweth--which I was only watching because he was doing other things. I struggled to stay awake. He came home. I was still awake!!!! Then he said he was going to take a shower. SHIT!!!! I kept slapping myself in the face to stay awake. It had better be a fast shower. Then he came back, looking all fresh. I think he climbed into bed and the next thing I knew, I was dreaming about the friends I saw at the party in Portland two weekends ago.

Then I woke up this morning, looked at his sweet unfucked face...and headed to the Coffee Bean to get work done. And now I'm blogging. Not getting work done. But getting the process started.

I really wish I was in bed right now. I wish we were both getting laid right now. Together.

For the record.