Why is going out as a couple the way going out as a couple is?

I can briefly summarize the past: Sandro and I were a very horny non-couple couple. No one could top us when it came to partying. We danced and kissed on the dance floors of this city for nights before almost always having great sex somewhere.

That was pure excitement.

Adrenaline all the way.

We owed each other nothing, but we gave each other everything.

We had the fun of our casual life. Both his and my friends were very jealous of our friendship.

And so back to the present. In our serious, mature and committed relationship.

Haha.

I laugh even though it’s not that funny. The fact is, since we’re a couple, partying together isn’t as cool as it used to be.

I don’t know why that is. Sandro sees it that way too. But also don’t understand why.

We automatically go out much less than before. We both love parties. But getting ready together at home and going to the club? No. Rather unexciting. Hard to describe.

We recently got back together. And almost regretted it when we saw the long queue in front of the club. We would have sooner disappeared there. Go home, drink and fuck. Turn off everything. Just the two of us. music, weed and beer. That spell is no more.

Unfortunately.

So we queue. And we don’t really know what to do with ourselves. We also did not preheat. Behind us, two are kissing wildly. Sandro and I smile wistfully at each other.

Actually, we both want to go home. Pishi. Bank. Netflix. We don’t say it. Both don’t want to be nice brakes.

When we finally get inside, we order a drink. We’re at the bar, it’s very loud and we’re very down to earth and somehow it’s not cool.

I’m going to dance. Sandro stays at the bar and chats with some buddies. No eye contact between us. In the old days it was different.

It takes almost two hours before we have a good level. Not that we can’t have fun without alcohol, but let’s face it, sometimes it’s more fun with something.

Now we kiss wildly. There is little space on the dance floor. We’re annoying here. So now it’s kind of like before. Sandro pulls me into a dark corner. Here we make it difficult. Great.

“Go Home!”, exclaims an irritated man. A woman pushes me aside. She does this several times. She annoys me and we annoy her. In the past we wouldn’t give a damn. At most we would have gone out to fuck. Or to the toilet.

We look at each other.

“Let’s go home?”I ask.

“Yes please”, he says.

15 minutes later we are at my place. We trade club outfits for hoodies and joggers. We brush our teeth and lie down on the couch.

“Another episode of ‘White Lotus’?”I ask.

Sandro kisses my forehead.

After four minutes I fall asleep.

This is probably forty. And you know what? That is amazing.

We catch up on the sex on Saturday morning shortly after 10am.

This is also 40.

And this is damn perfect.

PS: Look at «White Lotus». You can thank me later.