In the private chambers of one’s marriage nest, would you describe your actions as sexy?

In other words, what is your comfort zone?

Tracy and her husband James enjoy dancing so much that they not only dance together but they also own a dance studio together.

She teaches at the studio while he has a job outside the studio, often working shifts such that when they’re home together, one of them is usually too tired for intimacy, desiring sleep first and foremost.

Tracy laughs at this tale every time she recalls it.

Her husband, already in bed, maybe in the mood for more than sleep, looked at her as she entered the bedroom.

She’s dressed comfortably, ready to crawl into bed.

He’s maybe in the mood for something more than sleep.

He looked at her and honestly asked, “Is that supposed to be sexy?”

She looked down at her attire — multicoloured muumuu dress, over which an old camisole is pulled, ‘to keep the ladies in place,’ as she said, [because they’re much too large to call “the girls“] and long, loud, but colour-coordinated socks — and replied, “No, it’s comfy.”

His response?  “I guess that means we aren’t having sex?”

“No, it doesn’t.”  She laughed because she hadn’t connected that the clothes she wore had anything to do with her mood for sex.

Neither she nor he would say what happened next.

She did say that she added, “Hey, at least my socks match!”