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From a woman’s perspective:
Can We Talk About Erectile Dysfunction?
It’s not a man’s problem, it’s a relationship problem
We have been exchanging flirty texts all day. Starting off slowly and carefully, just stating how much we miss each other and can’t wait to see each other that night. It morphed into proper sexting, detailing what would happen, what he would do, what I should do. My horniness increased by the minute — just words, but very important words — and his too. I couldn’t wait to get out of work, the car ride home felt like an eternity, the wait to get the kids to bed was just unbearable but arousing too. And then we were finally there, kissing and caressing, trying to get out of our clothes as quick as possible, not even wanting to make it to the bedroom. And then… nothing. Frustration. Anger. Guilt. Guilt tripping. Embarrassment. Shame. Helplessness. Long silence. An apology from both sides. And more frustration. Ending up him sleeping on the couch, probably watching porn, waking up tired and moody.
We’ve been there quite a few times. And we couldn’t handle it. He couldn’t and I didn’t know what to do about it either.
The commercials make it look oh-so-simple. There’s the guy, suffering from erectile dysfunction, shown by troubled faces change into earth-shattering passion…
