Role Reversal

DH and I aren't the typical couple. You may have figured that out from earlier posts, but this time I mean gender roles. He's the one who wants to talk about feelings and such, and I don't usually like to get into that touchy-feely stuff. For instance, if I suddenly feel like a romp in the sack, he has to know why. I think it's because he wants to make sure I don't feel pressured, but damn! I married the man! Of course I want to! Most of my brain is screaming, "Just be happy and go with it, man!" but a teeny part is cooing, "Aww, he cares."

We went to Victoria's Secret yesterday and discovered the reason my bras suck. I grew not only a bra size, but a cup size as well! Dammit... all my boobie traps are outdated. I feel like I'm carrying around a pair of computers on my chest, always needing new softwear. We spent way too much at that store, in both time and money.
But it was fun!