Passing the place where I first saw Carol, feeling a pang. Trouble is, the pang’s for what might have been, not for her, the more I think about it, the more she feels flakey, not sure I’d trust her even if I had the chance to get together again.
No research cited, but the remark made as if an acknowledged truth. Certainly, one that squares with my own experience. My ex-wife, my current wife, a couple of lovers, after a while my sexual interest was a burden. Maybe even with Carol, she needed to catch up on a big backlog, we had sex a couple of times, that was enough for her for the next few years.
Lying back on a bench, doing some chest presses, struggling after a few reps. The bar in my hand starting to tremble. Ceding defeat, stopping, removing some weight, restarting.
Thinking, well, if men need sex and women don’t, on average, what happens then? How does that square with the theory of long and faithful marriage? Answer, it doesn’t. So what happens next? Marital unhappiness. Plenty of that around. Or, only other solution, extramarital adventure.
The weight now feeling too light, but never mind, keep going. Extramarital adventure with whom? Not married women, they’re presumably low on libido. Maybe there are a few that aren’t. Like Jane perhaps. Maybe those ones service a lot of men. But how do you organize it? Endless hassle and time to find that one woman, then when you do, she’s off again. Maybe that’s what happened with Carol.
Moving to bicep curls, fiddling around with the weights, starting light this time. Answer, seems obvious, find an escort, have sex with her. Exciting, adventurous, no wives feeling put-upon. Like with Jenny. The thought of her and her skills, enough to make even a drizzly day feel sunny.
