While talking with some of the girls over our standard chips, guac and margaritas, the subject of sex came up. What a surprise! Women sitting around talking about sex. The sex they’re getting, should be getting, or not getting, always seems to end up as a topic of conversation. Because, as women, we need to dissect everything. The good, the bad and even the indifferent. We want to talk about it all. Oddly enough, the ones that seem to want it all the time are my single ladies. They are always horny, but I digress.
This evening we were all married, and we talked about how we were all too exhausted to even think about sex. Between the kids, careers, charity events, and domestic responsibilities, everyone just seem too tired to have sex at the end of the day.
So I proposed an alternative: Sex in the daytime.
The room got still.
“Sex in the daytime? Who has time for that?” One friend spoke up.
“Well, I do,” I said. “Mondays after drop off.”
Mouths hit the floor.