Over the past few days Jim has gone from the occasional veiled sexual innuendo to full on Construction Worker Speak.

Note: He’s always been rather old-fashioned and a gentleman. He didn’t even talk like this when we first got together, back when things were hot and heavy. Sure we’d joke around but honestly, it was always me pushing the bar and him tsk-tsking me.  The frat boy crap coming out of his mouth is disconcerting.

It’s not that he’s being particularly vulgar, it’s just that every other response out of his mouth is blatant, or has a sexual connotation. It feels non-stop.

I ask. “Babe? What do you want for dinner?”

“I’ll take a pair of tits, sunny side up” He guffaws and I roll my eyes.

or:

“Babe? Do you want a snack?”

“Did you say snatch?”

Like his questions, this is over and over and over again. For the first time I find myself losing patience.

I’m no prude, but the horndog version of Dementia Jim is an asshole.