Bring back that groovy feeling..

Dear Lisa B,
Do you remember when I dated T#$D, we used to sneak away to Fort Lauderdale beach on a Sunday and listen to the live band play in this little shack while drinking a couple cold brewskys. We would then lay on the sand, gaze into each others eyes and smile. Back then I wore the skimpiest little bikinis. My hair was naturally highlighted by the sun, my skin was sun kissed orange from all the baby oil and tiny shorts I wore and I never wore a bra because my breasts were so tiny. He thought I was so beautiful and was intrigued by everything about me. I was such a flirt..hehehe.. I was confident, I seemed to command presence when I entered a room and I was giddy. Now 12 years later, married (not to him), I wear a "Miracle Suit" swimsuit, I have spider veins on my pale stubbly legs, I can't seem to find a bra with two different size cups, I realized that I was dumb as F"$K back then. Didn't know diddly squat. What is interesting is that you were always there with me but I never wanted to listen to you or even talk to you. I thought I knew it all.. Idiot... Love was sex. Now sex is watching "In the Bedroom" with Dr. Berman with my husband sitting 4 feet away from me with the "Logmeister" stretched horizontally between us on the bed, and us discussing how we may relate to what all those couples are going through. Who would have thought that this sex kitten, unmarried, girl would be able to re-evaluate what love from a man is in a totally opposite way when she got married.. Isn't that something? However, I need you to tell me what is keeping me from sneaking away to my beach (pool), with my cold brewsky (which is so much cheaper at Publix in a 6 pack than at the shack), with my current boyfriend (husband), who thinks I the sexiest kitten out there (poorjab), and I want to play "Chugjug" by Family of The Year.. all the time.. I know I haven't given you a chance to respond to my last request but could you work on that one also?