I flirted with Jen unabashedly last night. To the point of sexily doing pushups in a cute bra and panties. 

But no. 
no no no. 

She says she's stressed out, not in the mood, and decides to instead of sex, she'd prefer to critque my ability to perform budget analysis. She finds my projections unfounded. We engage in an energized debate about the way I think, the way she thinks and how the differences frustrate us. We conclude that as frustrating as it is, we actually compliment each other.

Heated up for real now, I try again. 
Sexy sex sex? 

No. 

I decide I'm gonna have to do something about this myself and retire to the bedroom. But its just not the same without her. I pout. I drink some wine. I sigh, on demand an episode of the L word and get ready for bed. 

I'm in bed, about to sleep. Jen comes in. Jen leaves. Jen comes in again. Lays down. Topless. 

Demands to know why I persist in ignoring her. 

I giggle. Hot sex ensues.