I've been to Flint in the winter. Too many times. Leaving the house might even be more boring than staying home going through the motions of sex.

For me: Once it was because I'd gone through all the trouble of sneaking him into my house. I just did not want him going all the way home in the middle of the night. Plus, I thought it would be nice to have someone to cuddle with. But when I didn't want to have sex, it was turning into a huge scene. i was afraid I was about to get caught by my folks. So I just shut up and let him. I hope when i have kids, they're smarter.

The other times it was just my boyfriend wanted to, and I figure a man whose woman doesn't do what he thinks he needs will find a woman who will. Once it gets to a certain point, you can't help but get into it, anyway.