So, I just read this article, Why I Never Play Hard To Get, and thought it was definitely worth a share. I also shared in on Facebook, because duh. As my sons get older, I'm going to do my best to teach them that words have meanings and you should say what you mean and take people at their word to encourage others to do the same. In all things, but especially when it comes to sex and relationships.

I haven't always been a paragon of communication, and this is where my waxing sentimental comes in. I met my husband when I was 16, through mutual friends and party people. When I was 18, we were briefly fuck-buddies. Shortly before I turned 21, we started sleeping together again and it turned into a relationship that is now 10 years and two kids deep. I have a vivid memory from that first time, he left me standing in my underwear and went home because I wasn't communicating. It sucked at the time, but I was being immature. From the beginning of our relationship, he's always been into our mutual pleasure and always respected my Nos, rare as they are.

I'm going back to Alaska for three weeks, he can't get the time off and I'm feeling bummed. The timing of this article just had me all warm and fuzzy. We've had our share of problems, no doubt, but this has never been one of them. I hope our kids do so well.