When I was having casual sex, there was one moment I dreaded more than any other. I dreaded it not out of fear that the sex would be bad, but out of fear that it would be good.
If the sex was good, then, even if I knew in my heart that the relationship wouldn’t work, I would still feel as though the act had bonded me with my sex partner in a deeper way than we had been bonded before. It’s in the nature of sex to awaken deep emotions within us — emotions that are distinctly unwelcome when one is trying to keep it light.
At such times, the worst moment was when it was all over. Suddenly, I was jarred back to earth. Then I’d lie back and feel bereft.
At base, the champions of the sexual revolution are cynical. They know in their tin hearts that casual sex doesn’t make women happy — that’s why they feel the need to continually promote it. All the sex I ever had, far from bringing me closer to the personal fulfillment and marriage that I sought, had only made me less capable of attaining marriage or even a committed relationship. I sacrificed what should have been the best years ofmy life for a black lie.
Dawn blogs @ The Dawn Patrol. When I first began reading blogs, she was a regular read – she will be again.
Read Chesterton’s Orthodoxy here.