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Work sucks, let’s be Lunar Lust.
That’s not to say I’m not lucky. My current job is the best I’ve ever had, but it’s never going to be my passion. I won’t ever be one of those rare people who wake up each morning full of beans and excited about going to work. Or at least so I thought.
Let me introduce myself. I’m Jason, a man in my mid-forties, Irish, 5′ 11′ tall, and I’d describe myself as rocking a full dad-bod and salt and pepper hair. I’m not fat, but I’m a long way from toned too, and I’m not ashamed of it. I live a comfortable, settled life with my wife and two teenage kids. If I’m not in as good shape as I used to be that’s because I spend too much time at my desk working to pay for this comfortable life.
Given the chance, I’m actually quite an outdoorsy person. Hiking, wild camping, kayaking, and boating are all activities I wish I could do more of. But alas as I said at the outset, work sucks and my schedule doesn’t leave me much time to indulge these passions.
Lunar Lust My life is almost perfect in every way so I really shouldn’t complain. The only thing that casts a shadow over my otherwise enviable existence is my sex life or lack thereof. Nineteen years of marriage, and nineteen years of a dead bedroom. Despite having “the talk” many times over the years, nothing has ever changed much. Brief improvements for a few months at a time occasionally got my hopes up, but nothing ever lasted long. It has been a huge source of frustration for me over the years, but I’d always held out hope that it was in my power to change. If I just worked hard enough I could do something to fix it, or so I believed.
I’d even made a plan. I started by listing all the things that my wife told me triggered her stress and affected her libido, removing them from her life one at a time. Financial stability – check. Owning our own home with no debt – check. Therapy to help her cope with anxiety – check. No need for her to work – check. This and a hundred other small things I systematically worked on. Each time hoping beyond hope that I could magically revive my wife’s libido. If I just got the next thing checked off the list and made her that little bit happier, things might change. Spoiler alert, nothing ever worked. Her extremely unenthusiastic participation once a month (at best) never improved regardless of my efforts.
They say that hope is a drug and it really is true. Lunar Lust Now I’m weaning myself off my hopium addiction and realizing that I’ve checked off everything on my list. I’ve wasted many years doing it, and it hasn’t made the slightest bit of difference. I feel like a fool that it took me so long to admit defeat. I’m not someone who suffers from depression at all, but when the realization hit that it was NEVER going to get better, the downer was severe and lasted longer than it should have. I’ve got kids so I’m not going to leave, as tempting as that might sound. Working on acceptance was my plan, and as hard as that was I did make a small bit of progress. I focused on leaving behind anger and animosity. I was just left with disappointment and a feeling of emptiness. phonix didn’t expect this to ever change.
It was about this time that Rachel joined the company.
The company I work for doesn’t have offices. Everyone is a remote worker and this suited me down to the ground. Flexible hours, working in my pajamas, no one looking over my shoulder. It’s not exciting work, but I have to admit it has some perks.
The weekly team meeting on Zoom was a low point though. It mostly consisted of my boss droning on about the latest performance figures, going through each one at a snail’s pace. It was the pure embodiment of “this meeting could have been an email”. I made excuses whenever I could, but being a team leader meant that I Lunar Lust couldn’t get out of this hour of boredom very often. I learned to scroll Reddit just out of view of my webcam hoping no one would notice my attention was elsewhere. The entire team sat silently apart from a few words to say that their projects were “on track”, and that was it. A pure waste of oxygen. Until Rachel arrived.
Rachel is American and a little bit of a cliché. Her petite 5′ 3″ frame and naturally blonde hair are complemented by an enticing hourglass figure. She was a high school cheerleader, and at forty-four years of age still retains that overly-cheerful attitude that initially I found a little annoying. Being naturally a little grumpy and cantankerous, I had a hard time believing it wasn’t fake. No one could really be that chirpy, could they?
As time went on I got to see that her oddly positive outlook on life was genuine and she was a truly happy person. She’d had a tough life in recent years, beaten cancer, lost a parent suddenly, gone through a messy divorce, and sent two of her daughters off to distant colleges. She’d found herself alone in the house for the first time in many years, which has got to be tough.
