Maybe I'm getting old... I don't miss the sex as much as I miss the odd domestic tranquility of my last relationships. Sharing chores and building IKEA furniture had markedly more long-term personal satisfaction than hair pulling, back scratching, or screaming while plastering my pearly essence on heaving breasts. Although that's probably just a product of my rose-colored imagination. I've been suffering from Super Good Mood (TM) for the last couple weeks.
I apologize.
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Vague inventory of what I can remember:
Girlfriend I had before / during the first of the army years... she had a super fit body, smart, and ambitious... but about as physically passionate as a bran muffin. It showed in the sack. Great human, lousy lay. Would have been an excellent wife as long as she was okay with me having to masturbate twice every evening after seeing her crawl into bed naked. Great with a rifle, good in the kitchen.
My exwife was an emotional bear trap but good in the sack. She was average in the body department but her sex attitude was primo. She was incredibly body conscious at times and violently anti-porn (until she started cheating on me, anyway)... yet the things we did together were definitely not wholesome family fun. I actually recall a few points where I was like, "Uh, let's do something else. That's a little too freaky for me."
Last girlfriend was utterly amazing. Great body, very playful. We had a rough spot at the end because of external factors but when it (sex) was good, it was deadly. Killed weekends with sex marathons early on. I often think of that relationship and related aspects as my new benchmark for any future partners. I was really happy and it fulfilled my needs well on many levels.
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It's funny. I have a hard time remembering the sex. I remember the person's glow--smiles and laughs and gestures--but the sex gets lost in the neural Post-It Note shuffle. Sex is important at the time but when you go your separate ways? Just another faded statistic.
Last edited by Plan9; 05-03-2009 at 04:36 PM..
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