Okay that's it. Sex is impossible. For the modern man, anyway. Probably for woman too, though that's a different subject.
Here's the kicker. You meet someone, all goes well. Years later, how likely is it that your sexual needs will be the same?
And if you're the one with the greater need, what are you supposed to do? Beg? It's demeaning.
Besides, sex is good. Finito. Difficult, yes. Hot and cold, yes. But wonderful.
So here I am in my fourth long-term relationship. All going well. My wife's a lovely person. But sexually uninterested.
Not her fault, we're just made in different ways. I've stopped paying sexual attention, and she seems to be happier.
It's strange, people see in you what they are themselves. She has no sex drive, she thinks that's normal, so I must be like that too.
Leaving me high and dry and panting.