My girlfriend and I go out for dinner, drinks and dancing once a month.

Ladies’ night, if you will. Gina and I met in our early 20s, when we were club kids in the city, working bottle service at the hottest clubs and partying with the rich and famous. Now, we’re both buttoned-up professionals, but on our date nights, we relive our“glory days” and party like it’s 1999 — or at least 2009.

Since our wild-and-crazy days tapered off, I got married and settled down, while Gina’s gone from guy to guy, never finding“The One.” A few months ago, while we were at our favorite bar, we started talking about how we were both sexually frustrated. Gina hadn’t dated anyone in six months and was going through a dry spell; my husband was traveling so much for his job that... Read More