then, a hiatus
Our trip to New Orleans solidified what Jack and I had suspected: [we have a taste for the alternative lifestyle]. We had sampled the wares and now we were ready to fully partake of what [it] had to offer.
Only, how to go about it? We couldn’t travel out of state to New Orleans every time we wanted a little [excitement]. The idea of taking out a personal ad seemed distasteful and possibly dangerous. The websites all looked garish, and we suspected they were primarily a meeting place for the toothless and undereducated. We didn’t like the options we saw, so we did nothing. Our inactivity was frustrating me… I was ready to be [morally flexible].
Suddenly, we didn’t have to think about that — because it was time to move. Jack got the job offer, and we boxed our home up and drove it a couple of states over. All the usual chaos ensued, real estate agents and new driver licenses, caravaning of cars and dogs and arguing over how best to pack up the crystal and the record albums.
Other than the knowing glances exchanged by the movers when they lifted our boxsprings to find a couple of errant issues of [an adult publication] underneath, it was your standard uneventful relocation.
And that really took up quite a bit of time. When we weren’t mentally distracted, we were physically exhausted, and so for several months, I didn’t mind that I was having just your average garden-variety [marital relations].
Which of course, is anything but. Even when it’s just us, Jack and I are fans of [a wide variety of relations]. “Just married [relations]” is still, for us, a lot more excitement than most people are having.
Please don’t think I take it for granted.
