He absentmindedly rubbed my five year old back as he watched a baseball game. My attempts to get him to talk to me were met with distracted one-word answers, and I wanted more of his attention. I only knew one thing that might work—it was what men liked.
I took a deep breath. “You can if you want,” I told him.
“Hmmm?” he asked, not taking his eyes from the television.
“You can if you want,” I said a little louder this time.
This took his eyes from the screen and he looked into mine. “I can what?” I flushed a little, not wanting to spell it out for him.
“You know,” I said simply.
“Hon, I don’t know,” he said. He hugged me and went back to watching the game.