I think I've written this before, but I read a lot of romance novels growing up. There were many things described in these romance novels that I thought were only fantasy. Sure, a fictional 14th century English knight would do this, but a man of today? Not bloody likely.
Making love by candlelight
I never thought I'd make love by candlelight. As cinematic as it seemed and as flattering as the low light would be on my pale skin, I had the common sense to know it was something reserved for fictional couples. Or old fuddy-duddies trying the cliché romantic things to put the spark back in their marriages. It was not something for the modern minded sex participant. So like many dreams I never should have filed in the dust bin, sexy candlelight was snuffed out.
Enter Tyler. I don't remember exactly when candlelight came into our bedroom habits. Did I suggest it because I always wanted it and I felt comfortable asking Tyler if he would be willing to try something so corny? Probably. Frankly, it's so ubiquitous now that I barely remember how it started, I'm just glad it's a thing now. I mean, making love in total darkness isn't ideal because I can't see Tyler's sexy bod and face, nor can he see mine. On the other hand, making love with the lights on just isn't romantic. (Which is fine when we want to be something other than romantic, if you know what I mean...) And TV light? Decidedly unromantic as well. Candlelight isn't just a mood setter, it's the best light functionally. And it makes awesome silhouettes on the wall.
Tyler and I have candles by our bed for when the mood strikes. Just last night, he went to get another from the living room. (We also have this awesome dome twinkly light thing that offers the same kind of glow while being less wasteful than candles.) My point is, it's not just me that likes this. The fact that Tyler and I agree on the kind of light we like to make love in is wonderful. It's further proof of our compatibility and that makes me very happy.
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