Danica is hardly the first woman who shuts down at home and wakes up outside. Hers is an archetypal tale of the muting of eros. I see women like her all the time—usually dragged into therapy by their frustrated husbands who are tired of being rejected, night after night. The typical complaint is: she is totally absorbed with the kids and has zero interest in sex. “No matter how many dishes I wash, I can’t get lucky.” But it’s those very same women, I’ve found, who “come alive” in a completely unexpected romance.
