"Sex,
sex, sex." My spouse grinned at me with a bemused
expression of wonderment. "You have a one track mind. Is that all you ever think about?"
I
answered defensively, "Of course not!"
But
to tell you the truth I wasn't so sure. In order to prove her wrong I
began a top-secret experiment. My mind would be the laboratory and
double as the guinea pig. For one day, from the moment I arose (no
pun intended), until I lay down that night, I would jot down every
moment I thought about sex. No problem right--maybe ten or twenty
times at the most? Man, was I off the ark. Luckily,
this was a "secret experiment!”
At six in the morning I awake and the first thing I notice is that a
certain part of my body has awakened before me. That's numero uno. I feel my spice quietly sleeping beside me, and wish I could stay home
and make love with her before getting the children up for school.
Let's see, that's twice already and I haven't even started to get out of
bed!
Five minutes later I'm in the bathroom brushing my teeth and an image of
her long hair flowing across my body slowly emerges and lingers.
The next thing I know my mind is racing back to sexual images of past
pleasures and I tell myself, "There you go again."
Glancing at the morning paper I notice that I spend more time reading
about a sex scandal in England or a former porn star running for office
in Italy than I do about a recent peace agreement in Ireland or the
military in Canada. On my way to work, the tape is oozing sensuality
with Sadé singing "You're giving me something that's taboo."
My mind again wanders to sexual peaks and valleys.
My
work environment does nothing to distract me from these impulses.
I am surrounded by warm, enchanting women. At
the copy machine a colleague brushes by and touches my shoulder.
Instantaneously, I'm off again on a fantasy of possibilities.
During a meeting, a short time later, I take in the sights and sounds of
women who care deeply about their work. Between words and shifts
in body posture I notice my erotic radar rising with regularity as I
focus on one person's legs, mouth and face, another's breasts, hips,
hands or voice. Such feelings come again and again throughout the
day.
Driving
home, I anticipate holding and passionately kissing my spice's lips as I
walk in the door. As the evening progresses, I think of making
love every time we touch, hug or glance at one another with sweet eyes
of desire and seduction. After the kids are all tucked in and my
honey and I are alone, an inner sexual urge starts burning from my
depths. By the time our bodies hit the sheets I am a bundle of
anticipation and excitement.
Before
turning out the light that night, I look down at my scholarly notebook
and add up the times sex had dominated my awareness during the previous
seventeen hours of research.mOne hundred and thirty-two times! I add it up again to make sure.
One hundred and thirty-two times! I am shocked. She was
right, it is all I think about.
As
my head hits the soft pillow, I snuggle up next to my sweetheart’s
warm body and begin to drift off to sleep. How wonderful, now I
can relax and dream about sex all night long.