I would have never have imagined that at 25, an attractive woman such as myself would be a golf widow.

But that’s what happened shortly after Griffin and I married. Before our wedding, my husband had never liked the idea of golf. In college, he was a long-haired leftie and thought golf was for the bourgeoisie. But then he went to law school, shaved off his beard and cut his hair. He became a corporate lawyer. He works tremendous hours, and the guys in his firm got him into golfing. So now, on Sunday — the one day he doesn’t spend in the office — he goes golfing.

I understand he needs some relaxation, but I’m a hot-to-trot woman who needs sex! During the week it’s “I have to get up early, baby,” and even on Saturday nights he’s too tired to do anything but go... Read More