Sex Is Oversold And Overrated

Sometimes someone says something that stays with you. In high school I had a friend who would sleep with anyone. Big dater, sure lay. My stepfather, who said things without thinking, 'no man wants to know their wife was fucked by another man'. Every date I went on, every fresh boy, that's what my mind went to.

After college, a virgin, I got a job working for woman who was the public relations director for a large oil and gas company. She was mid forties and her Monday morning conversation was about how she got lucky, and so and so went home to his wife after being with her. After a while it was obvious, she never got lucky unless he was married and she sent him home still wet and dirty.

I, on the other hand, protected my virginity. I was proud that I had never been used by a man. My husband would never complain about his wife's pussy. I heard it a thousand times, 'you don't know what you're missing'. Yes, but, guess what, my husband is not marrying a whore.

I met Jack at work, a divorced man of forty. He didn't date me, he took me out and expected intimacy. I told him I didn't go there, without a ring on my finger. After going out with him for a year he broke down and bought me a ring. Uh Uh, a wedding band, not an engagement ring. I got the wedding band, the big wedding, the corner house, the BMW.

But my long term savings were a deep disappointment. Sex was duh, big deal. Sure my body functioned, but I was no longer virgin. I faced him, told him, so much talk, so little return on investment. I went ahead and got pregnant. I went ahead and played homemaker. I went to bed, he did his thing, he rolled over. Five years later he said he found someone who wanted him.

I like being single, I'm thankful for my son and daughter. It was interesting, but not mind blowing. Sex is overrated. I'm glad he's enjoying his time with her, but frankly she's a skank, a slut. her pussy has been everywhere.