"I'm pretty sure this is it, B." I was sitting across the table from her. I had bribed her to run errands with me with sushi.
"What are you talking about?" She said this through a mouthful of raw fish and rice.
"I think I'm going to have sex with him. And I've been wanting to, it's just...we've been dating for four months and I think it's time."
She stopped mid-chew and just looked at me.
"Really." She said this as a statement more than a question. I just nodded. My mouth was full of a shrimp tempura roll and I hate talking with food in my mouth. Eating in general disgusts me, but hey, I haven't been able to control myself lately.
"Well, just don't do what I did," B said. I responded with a questioning look. "Don't have sex in the back of his car. At least have some music going too. Maybe even candles."
"B. No. Candles? No way. I feel like it doesn't have to be this big deal. I mean...it's a big deal because I'm...not experienced in this area. But candles and music? It's not that big of a deal." She just shrugged her shoulders at me. "Whatever. It's your thing, not mine." The waitress came by and asked if we'd like dessert; gelato for both of us. God damn my craving for savory and sweet.

"I think you're right though. With the problems you guys have been having lately...you want to feel close to him so you want to have sex, and he's not going to feel close to you until you have sex. I think this is a fix all, cure all." She made a good point. Our "problems" are me feeling less connected to him, not feeling close. So this was it. This was the solution. And I want to anyway. He should be coming over on Friday, maybe he'll spend the night.