Never am I more aware of the affects of what testosterone does to a man, than after sex in the morning, when I then go out into the brightness of day, and find myself incredibly contented, but also void of any sense of nervous energy or any false sense of power. All just feels right with the world, and it's hard to keep a smile off my face.
Of course, it may be true at night too, but by the time I might figure it out, I'm asleep.
Every time I serve an extremely-bitchy woman during a waitress shift, I wonder how long it's been seen she's been laid (and laid good), because I imagine it'd be impossible to be as much of a miserable witch as some of these ladies are if they were having good sex.
ReplyDeleteI also think if EVERYONE was having really amazing and incredible sex, all wars would cease to exist. Well... to give credit where it's due, I stole that thought from my boyfriend :).