Well we don't go out much. Partly because I don't really LIKE to, but also because he travels every week so when he gets home he just wants to be HOME.
So nearly every weekend we'll buy a bottle. I'll cook something expensive and fabulous while he sits at the island. We listen to music, we get a little tipsy and dance in the kitchen. Then he goes on and on about dinner, relishes every bite (he eats in restaurants all week), even takes pictures, tehehe.
Then we play Parcheesi or Uno or ping pong. We get blitzed, we even smoke (gasp!). We have a BLAST, get loud, the loser of the game accuses the winner of cheating, roll on the floor laughing at each other. The music gets louder and louder, we sing together badly. We flirt shamelessly.
Occasionally a teenager or three will emerge from his/her room, sarcastically complaining about our volume, the late hour, our potty mouths, and we laugh some more.
We leave the mess and collapse into bed eventually, sometimes we manage sex, sometimes not. We're getting older (55 and 45), it's less now about sex itself and more about our overall closeness.
I try to remind myself there is no other person in the world I can do this with during those times when I would like to strangle him.
:)