It’s sex night. I’m going to get some hot action. It’s sex night and my woman is at home ready and waiting. It’s sex night and I’m not looking forward to it one little bit.
I am dreading it. I’ve got a horrible tense knot in my stomach. I know what I’ve got to do and I am worried. The pressure to perform is immense.
Sex is not fun anymore. It’s serious.
I’ve always defined my masculinity in terms of sex.
Always needed it.
Sometimes got it.
Always enjoyed it.
Until now. Not now that we are trying to make a baby. Not now that I am trying to become a dad.