No, he wasn't asleep. The sad part is that I noticed it became a pattern. More subtle advances were also rejected. He becomes nervous and gets that deer-in-the-headlights look on his face. Is he intimidated? Beats me. I gave up. I know it has certainly changed a playful side of me. It doesn't exist anymore. And he blames me for giving up. But how many times do you extend your hand to a dog just to get it bitten before you stop extending that hand? Maybe I expect too much or maybe he just feels like he has to be in charge all the time. I have learned something, though. Sex is more than sex. It is an indicator if you know what I mean. Time to channel my energies to more useful pursuits I suppose.