Remember the famous scene from When Harry Met Sally?  Harry swears that all his girlfriends are having O-O-Orgasms during sex and Sally questions his bravado. She wonders how he’s so sure his girlfriends aren't just faking it. He insists he would know. Sally then delivers an orgasmic performance that made cinematic history. 

Oh - oh- oh yeah, baby. 

I recently had the opportunity to be alone. By myself. No family. Just me and the house. Wow. What a treat. And then I went to a bar. Ok, I didn't actually go to a bar, I went to a restaurant when it was crowded and they stuck me in the bar for a few minutes until a table opened. But in that time I met a guy who seemed a little tipsy. Under other circumstances I would have thought he was attractive. We'll call him On-the-make Bob, and even though he didn't make a formal pass at me, I felt uneasy with the way he looked at me. I became conscious that I was wearing a low cut top and suddenly felt a little naked. I flashed my wedding ring but he didn't shut up. Other people were at the bar. One woman even seemed to realize Bob was a little creepy and asked about my husband. I was totally safe. Before long I got my table and got away from the guy. He had done and said nothing wrong, but I felt vulnerable for some reason.

They say dating is dead; hookups are all the rage. So I went straight to my beautician, the local dating expert, to see if this was true. Her answer was grave, “I don’t know where a girl goes these days to find a guy who actually wants to build a relationship. Maybe online dating?” Poor Ashley sounds tired for 26. “What’s wrong with the men of my generation? They’re terrified of commitment.”

After nine years together, having a child, and watching our sex life falter a bit amidst attachment parenting, professional turbulence, marital ennui, and the effects of aging, my hubby and I have been thinking about trying something new, either in the bedroom - or out of it.