And by sexy I will give only one example because it’s embarrassing. The tip of the iceberg. We’re sitting at a restaurant, having placed our orders. I am looking forward to my succulent Nova Scotia appetizer. She is suddenly overcome with lust. I have done nothing to provoke this except to be my usual loving, amusing, buoyant self. “Come on,” she says, rising. “Where?” says I, salivating over the imminent delivery of a plate of lox. “I feel like making love,” she says. “But I ordered my appetizer,” I complain. “Let’s go,” she says, wanting what she wants when she wants it.
