Don't answer so fast....you might reveal alot more about yourself than you intend to....like your age.
You see, I think your answer reveals your age and your age defines your answer.
When I was in my twenties, the perfect Saturday night was a night of dancing and drinking in a group setting with lots of people and staying out late enough to justify having breakfast before I eventually went to bed.
In my thirties, it meant we had plans involving lots of great couples and lots of wine (beer and vodka), that our young children were sleeping at a grandparent's house and that we got eight consecutive hours of sleep in between the hour we got home and the time they were being returned home to us on Sunday morning.
In my forties, the perfect Saturday night is slightly different and goes like this: the kids have their own plans and somehow leave the house hours before we have dinner plans; we have time for sex and a nap before dinner (and don't argue about the order in which those take place); we have a meal, alone or with another couple; we don't have to drive any carpools so we can enjoy a cocktail or six (depending on who's driving) and we get home in time to be in bed for "Saturday Night Live."
Oh, I get excited just thinking about it.
Love in the afternoon and succumbing, guilt-free, to the exhaustion that builds up during the work week and leads into the "relaxing routine" of standing on sports fields all day Saturday cheering on our two sports loving children.... no pressure to stay awake until our teenage son that stays out later than us arrives home and finally goes to bed and closes his door allowing us to have sex.....cause we already did! Whoo-hoo! It's a wonderful thing!
But I fear it screams of aging, getting older, cause after all it takes years to get to this place.....this place where the pre-dinner ("Matinee") sex is thrilling not just because you are romping during the daytime hours but because you know when you get home later you can go right to sleep. (Right to sleep, I tell you! ).
Aaaaah, but fifteen and twenty years ago, when we were younger, we didn't have that wonderful teenage son or his amazing sister....that's comforting, right?.....and my perfect Saturday night does still include the "sex part," right? Rationalizations? I don't know.
Though I may be a little older, alot more tired and my Saturday nights may sound less exciting, nothing about my Saturday nights or my life feels less fulfilling.
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