“The one thing that bothers me about sex with women” my best guy friend confessed… “Is that what if you don’t know she’s faking it??… It’s not that it isn’t great sex, just, I guess I like being told when I’ve reached my destination.”
After a lot of puns about “Sex-Nav,” servicing and taking the back route, I started to think more seriously… If sex is just like riding a bike, why do some think they still need stabilisers? Admittedly, we’ve all had one bad drive, broken-down along the way or even needed a few directions, but we shouldn’t let one bad experience ruin the fun.
At some point, however, we will all encounter someone who’s just along for the free ride. When it’s late at night and all you want is some company on the journey home, it’s an easy mistake to pick one of these boys up. Unfortunately, when it comes to sex, there’s no cardboard sign indicating the mutual destination. As one friend described recently, a drunken expedition with an even drunker rower, “wasn’t quite sex…just se–” (Apparently too much time listening to his cox meant it wasn’t quite the oar-gasmic experience she’d hoped.) If a man who practices rhythm and has great strokes raced too quickly to the finish line, is it any wonder that some end up with losers? Needless to say, there’s a reason we don’t drink and drive.
Sometimes we need a change of scenery, a test drive, or even a newer model but one bad journey shouldn’t stop us from driving. Just so long as there are no questions of “are we there yet?”