Our anniversary fell on August 28th, which happened to be a Thursday. A day that we had just finished moving all of our belongings into our new house and both had to work that night. Needless to say, we were ultra tired when we both got home and with tender kisses.. we both fell asleep. Now.. don't get me wrong, I don't mind the days that we don't make love.. and I don't even mind that we didn't make love on our anniversary considering the circumstances on the day of. I don't mind not getting gifts, I don't mind not doing anything the day of. But I am a romantic at heart and little things mean the world to me.

We made love on Sunday, August 31st. I'm not much of a dirty talker, but I like when he talks dirty to me. It catches me off guard when he tries to get me to talk dirty.. I lose some of my mood because I'm thinking of what to say.. my brain is just thrown right off, and I get very shy all of a sudden. He wanted me to tell him what to do to me to allow him to finish. Like a clam, I shut right off and became embarrassed. I felt bad, but he didn't mind and finished anyways. The hell is wrong with me? Ugh. Me, who is always begging to make love.. The horniest of the two of us. And I can't even utter simple sexy things..