And now onto a juicier topic than my flatulence.
New territory I think for BP, and one that will possibly be resurrected from time to time as long as the Newfie Gooner and I are hangin'... You'll have to be patient with the old girl, possibly relating this topic to your own experiences (or not... no skin off my nose)...
One of the things that has surprised me more than anything with the NG?
As we all know, I am not a virgin.
(As an aside... I wonder what the average 'number of sexual partners' average is these days. I remember when a girl was considered a hoslut if she had slept with more than 5-6 guys in her life. WTF? Seriously? I'm not going to even start to talk numbers, but the fact that I cannot even remember the names of all of mine, let alone how many...)
Anyway... my point being that I may (MAY) have been with more than 5-6 guys in my life. And while I have always enjoyed sex, I always just assumed that the fact that I was generally not totally over the moon DURING the act of sex -- for me it was all about the grand finale -- was a girl thing. As in, it felt OK, but it wasn't really until the you-know-what that you were reminded why you even agreed to do it in the first place. There were more than a few times that if, for whatever reason I was unable to, (mostly due to the selfishness of my partner I might add. Like seriously... 1 minute? What are you? 15?) I actually could not get to sleep that night. I guess kind of like a guy in that respect. I should have excused myself to the bathroom to finish. Or demanded satisfaction in another form. You live and learn.
Knock on wood, things in this respect with the NG are AMAZING. Like... AMAZING. Like a glove, I guess you could say. It's a perfect fit. And truly, for the first time that I can remember, I enjoy the pure act of it. If for some reason, the grande finale chooses to not make an appearance (I'm tired/too much beer/I'm tired, etc.), it doesn't matter because it was so nice. So much so that we've had many discussions about it. Again another first for me... being with someone who is open and willing to talk about that sort of stuff, and more importantly, who I am open and willing to talk to about that stuff with. It's generally about how each of our stuff likes the other person's stuff. And wants to do stuff as much as we can (evil Mother Nature showing her ugly ass face aside, I might add).
TMI for sure, but it makes me think about that whole 'you should wait until you are in love' shite that we are taught our whole lives. Am not remotely near being in love with the NG of course, but it does make for some interesting food for thought...