Love is a bizarre beast. It makes you ignore red flags, gloss over glaring flaws, and convince yourself that snoring is \u201ckinda cute.\u201d But every once in a while, reality kicks down the door. Take our protagonist, for example. One minute, she\u2019s basking in the glow of romance. The next, she\u2019s discovering that she\u2019s a certified bore in bed, a true starfish of passion. Turns out, her boyfriend has been spiraling into a quiet depression, because he\u2019s tired of feeling like a one-man circus act.<\/p>\n\n\n
Now, many couples would see this as a cue to part ways, chalking it up to \u201csexual incompatibility\u201d (a polite way of saying \u201cI\u2019m sick of this lifeless routine\u201d). But not our heroine. No, she takes it as a challenge. She dusts off the cobwebs of complacency, does some research and decides to reinvent herself. Because if love is blind, then sexual mediocrity is its seeing-eye dog, leading relationships straight into the abyss.<\/p>\n\n\n \n