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As Good as It Gets

Two professional women: both married with kids and both juggling clients, reports, potty training, packed lunches, chores, dogs, cats, errands, husbands and …”what was that you said? SEX?”
That three-letter word that once was so frequent, so liberating, so yummy has been sidelined in a sea of life, work and snot.
It is time.
Time to put sex back on a pedestal by injecting some extra spice into our relationships.

As Good as It Gets

Obliteratrix

They asked me to be her body double, but I was booked solid.

My senior year of college, I wrote a paper about the movie “As Good as It Gets”. The assignment coincided with my life’s most dramatic romantic struggle between the obviously not meant for me boyfriend I kept as a crutch, and the Australian that had swooped in unexpectedly to remind me what romance could feel like. Tonight, as I was waiting for the newest episode of Mad Men, I caught the last five minutes of the movie again, and was transported back to that tumultuous period of my life, a time when every decision felt like it was THE ONE. The decision that would determine where I lived, what I would do, who I would do it with.

The paper ended up sounding, I’m sure, like the ramblings of Bella in Twilight trying to decide between Jacob and Edward, when neither was really the right choice (which, in the series, is technically a little true). I did end up making decisions that year. They were big, but not quite of the magnitude I expected. The real decisions didn’t come for another five or six years, and SURPRISE, they wouldn’t be the last.

The recent quest for the big O came at yet another tumultuous time in my life. Jealousy and lies had led to a ridiculous situation that took both Mr. Lee and I from our everyday activities to focus on someone else’s negative attentions – as if we didn’t have enough keeping us from the bedroom. But, in the world of Mission: Do It, the greatest sin is the sin of O-mission, so I had to slough it away to focus on a climax. You know, the scene when he would look at me like Melvin in the movie and tell me I was the greatest woman alive.

Luckily, Mystery, Inc., the gang from Crystal Cove, was on the case of the Obliteratrix. We left our meddling kids in front of the boob tube (they had already bathed), and retired to the bedroom. It was interesting to approach the mission with the perspective not just of “getting it done”, but of having to accomplish something more elusive. And just then, I had the revelation that a climax is totally worth working for. I ignored my usual resistance to doing the “work”, and assumed the role of captain, giving strict instructions throughout to Mr. Lee to get exactly what I wanted out of the exercise. And, in less time than expected, I got exactly what I wanted, about the same time he did, and long before the Obliteratrix was discovered to be (SPOILER ALERT) Alice May, gasp!

I had forgotten that the mutual practice in pleasure is as good as it gets in the bedroom, and pretty much life for that matter. I was also pleased to discover that the feeling of being the greatest woman alive was just lying there, waiting for me.

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