It wasn’t necessarily the lack of sex that got to me.  Sex is important to me, but what it was more of was the little things.  Grabbing my ass when my back is turned.  Whispering in my ear that I look good today.  Massaging my feet out of the blue.  Things like that.  Because if that’s not there, maybe we’re just friends.  Where does the line of friendship start and end from romantic partners?  We weren’t friends, but we stopped making out, she didn’t want me to go down on her any more, and a lot of those little things were just initiated by me for the most part over the past few years.   

Our friendship/romantic lines never crossed, but they sure moved closer together because Danielle hardly grabbed me or initiated any kind of sex.  In fact, when was the last time you massaged me, or took my hand, or came up behind me to give me a hug out of the blue? I would ponder at times whether we were done with sex in our relationship.  That was a scary thought because if I’m going to spend the next 30 years with this woman, can I spend it without having sex?  Fuck no.  I’m not ready to spend the next 30 years without sex!!!