I've been told that the hairier the guy or the thicker his lips, the higher his sex drive. So it really depends what kinda guy you land. Hairy Harry over here might think the amount of meals he consumes in a day equates to the amount of times he consumes you, as normal. While Bald Billy here might think that sex should be like your period; it only cums once a month.
It really is hard to put a number to what is considered normal. I've known of cases where both, the guy and the girl, think that by bonking everyday proves their love for one another. They believe the display of affection and intimacy for one another will strengthen the relationship. It also gives them the comfort of knowing that they are still attracted to one another sexually. Or, if you're cynical, they might want to tire their partner out so he or she would be too worn out to screw around.
Next would probably be the social norm and accepted number by most people. That number would be 3-4 times a week. They believe in spreading their love (and legs) evenly throughout the week. The reason being, they are allowing room for the sexual tension to build up, causing the love making session much more pleasurable when experienced. Or, if you're cynical, they're just downright lying. They are nothing but pretentious pricks who want to appear normal in the eyes of society because secretly, they're too busy and they can only get it up once a week.
Then you have the barely any sex couples. These are the ones who only do it on special occasions. Mostly Valentines Day and birthdays. And if you're lucky, maybe Christmas. I do know of cases where the lesser the sex, the better the relationship. I believe at this point, sex has become secondary in the relationship. It's everything else in between that bonds them emotionally and keep them together. That, or if you're sardonic, they're fucking other people.
It is an unspoken rule that the number decreases as the time increases. Just like any new toy, its novelty wears thin after awhile.
I believe it is ludicrous to put a number just to validate your relationship with someone. If it happens, it happens. (Unless you're 16 and living with your parents and the only window of opportunity is after school and they are at work, but that is a different story all together). It should never be forced just to fill a quota.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Thursday, May 12, 2011
S1E10 - As I watched Laney tear open a terry cloth baby bib with the same enthusiasm she once reserved for tearing off rock stars' pants, I couldn't help but wonder, was I next?
I love kids. I love kids so much that if you were to glance at my list of friends on Facebook, I could pass off as a pedophile.
Truth is, everyone I know is either on the path of marriage, engaged, marrying next weekend, married or having babies. It took me this long to write on this subject because I can't relate to having a baby. The closest I can say is having a dog.
And here is another piece of truth - not only is this subject foreign to me, I never could find the right words to describe how I feel about it. I could write an eight paragraph long article about my enthusiasm in having babies, or I could write another eight paragraphs about being a pseudo feminist career woman who doesn't want or need babies.
But, I believe that I'm already a great mother for not wanting to bring kids into this world with the wrong man.
Truth is, everyone I know is either on the path of marriage, engaged, marrying next weekend, married or having babies. It took me this long to write on this subject because I can't relate to having a baby. The closest I can say is having a dog.
And here is another piece of truth - not only is this subject foreign to me, I never could find the right words to describe how I feel about it. I could write an eight paragraph long article about my enthusiasm in having babies, or I could write another eight paragraphs about being a pseudo feminist career woman who doesn't want or need babies.
But, I believe that I'm already a great mother for not wanting to bring kids into this world with the wrong man.
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