Wife 22. Melanie Gideon

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СКАЧАТЬ Males twenty to thirty-five account for thirty-six percent of all new users. Maybe I should moderate.”

      “No, I’ll do it. Bring them back in.”

      The men and women file back into the room, Cokes and Diet Cokes in hand.

      “Elliot, how many times a month do you have sex?” asks William.

      “With or without Cialis?”

      “Take your pick.”

      “Without, none. With, once a week.”

      “So would it be fair to say Cialis has improved your sex life?”

      “Yes.”

      “And would you have tried it if you didn’t have ED?”

      Elliot looks bewildered. “Why would I do that?”

      “Well, like Avi here. Would you use it recreationally?”

      “Croquet is recreation. Mini-golf is recreation. Making love is not recreation. Love isn’t some bottomless Slurpee that magically fills itself up. You have to do the filling up yourself. That’s the secret to marriage.”

      “Yeah man, drive through your wife’s 7-Eleven. Get your Slurpee on,” says Avi.

      Elliot shoots Avi a dirty look. “It’s called making love for a reason.”

      Avi rolls his eyes.

      “I think that’s cute,” says Melinda. “Why don’t we make love?”

      “Get back to Sonja,” says Kelly.

      Sonja Popovich looks deflated, like she forgot to take her meds. Forty-seven. She’s three years older than me. She definitely looks older. No, she looks younger. No, I look younger. I play this game all the time. Honestly, I’m incapable of judging anyone’s age anymore.

      “Can I smoke in here?” asks Sonja.

      “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Some sort of an alarm would probably go off,” says William.

      Sonja smiles. “I’m not really a smoker. Only occasionally.”

      “Me, too,” says William.

      Since when did William become an occasional smoker?

      “So are you here because of your husband’s ED?”

      “No, I’m here because of my ED.”

      “Nod,” says Kelly.

      “I hate those Cialis commercials. And Viagra. And Levitra.”

      “Why?”

      “When your husband comes home and says, ‘Hey, honey, great news, we can have sex for thirty-six hours straight,’ believe me, it is not cause for celebration.”

      “Well, Cialis is not about having sex for thirty-six hours, it’s about enhanced blood flow to—” says William.

      “Thirty-six seconds, now then you’d have a winner.”

      “Seriously?” says Avi.

      “Yes, seriously,” says Sonja. Her face crumples. A big, fat tear rolls down her cheek.

      “That’s sad,” says William.

      “Don’t say that,” hisses Kelly.

      “Thirty-six seconds. I’m sorry, but that’s very sad,” says William. “For your husband, I mean. Sounds like it’s good for you.”

      “Oh, Christ,” says Kelly.

      Sonja is weeping now.

      “Can someone get her some Kleenex? Take your time,” William says. “I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad. Your answer just surprised me.”

      “It surprises me, too. Don’t you think I’m surprised? I don’t know what happened,” she says, dabbing her eyes. “I used to love sex. I mean really, really love it. But now the whole thing seems, well, it just seems so silly. Whenever we have sex I feel like an alien watching us having sex thinking, ‘Ah, so this is how lower life-forms that only use ten percent of their brain matter procreate. How strange! How messy! How brutish! Look at the ugly faces they make. And all the sounds—the slapping, the flapping, the suction.’?”

      “We can’t use this. Wrap it up,” says Kelly. “Change the subject. Ask her what she thinks about the tubs.”

      “How often do you have sex?” William asks.

      Sonja looks up at him with a tear-stained face and says nothing.

      “How often would you like to have sex?”

      “Never.”

      “This is not a therapy session,” says Kelly. “It’s a focus group for the client. This woman is not our target market. Cut her loose.”

      “Do you wish you felt differently?”

      Sonja nods.

      “If you felt differently, how often would you like to have sex? How many times a year?” asks William.

      “Twenty-four?” she says.

      “Twenty-four. Twice a month?”

      “Yeah, twice a month sounds good. That sounds normal to me. Do you think so? Do you think that’s normal?”

      “Normal? Well, that’s one more time a month than I’m having it,” says William.

      “That’s it. Shut it down,” says Kelly.

      I gasp. Did my husband just announce to the entire focus group and his team the frequency with which we have sex?

      “My wife and I pretend we have sex every week, just like most other married couples we know who are really only having sex once a month,” says William.

      “I’m shutting the camera off,” warns Kelly.

      “I wouldn’t call our marriage sexless,” William continues. “Sexless would mean sex once every six months, or once a year. It’s just the moment used to be right more often than not,” says William.

      “I’m very sorry to hear that,” says Elliot.

      “Tell me that’s not going to be us in twenty years!” says Melinda.

      “Never,” says Avi. “That will never happen to us, babe.”

      “Anytime the moment is right. It’s the anytime that really gets me. That’s not freedom. Not for the woman, anyway. It’s a threat,” says Sonja. “It’s an erection Code Orange.”

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