Wedding Bed Bliss

The world has changed. We talk about this frequently, my friends and I. For so long men were able to "love em and leave em" but at some point women realized how good of a gig it was for men. In spite of what we are told we should want, we don't want to get married. At least, no reasonable woman would. A wedding ring is the noose that chokes the life out of romantic relationship. Why trade dinners out and back rubs in, for crock pot cooking and body noises. No sane woman jumps at that, trust me. Still, it is getting harder and harder to find a man willing to be just "friend."

They all seem to want to get married now-a-days, men that is. What is it that they are looking for---mom, best friend, child bearer, a steady but incredibly boring sex life? There's the crux of this marriage business. Why is it that men are more than willing to put out before you marry them, then once the ring is on the finger it is as if the blood flow is cut off from the penis. It lies there, lifeless, except maybe on Saturday night, every other week. And it's always the same. Two minutes of kissing, tongue if he is feeling a bit frisky, three minutes on the right breast, one minute on the left. This always results in an odd sibling rivalry of sorts… "he likes you better"…"you were always his favorite…", back up to the mouth, one full minute of kissing and then…he's in… and then he's out. Ten minutes, max.

Women get bored easily. It's our nature, that's why we collect shoes. Some of us collect husbands and lovers. Trust me, the shoes are a better bargain. Caught in a what has been reduced to