When I was in my late twenties I decided it was time to get married. My reasoning was twisted. How nice it would be to say, "I want a family, children, a white picket fence".
NOT
I wanted guilt free sex.
My religious background is Southern Methodist, which is almost as bad as Southern Baptist. We would be required to watch these movies about hell. There would be creepy snakes, creatures with slime all over them, and crawly worms. You could say, everyone had the "general miseries".
After this movie they were happy to tell everyone how to avoid this eternal state of yuck.
The list read like:
1. Don't have sex outside of marriage.
2. Don't think about sex outside of Marriage.
3. After the number-of-children requirement satisfied, you should probably
stop having sex altogether.
The number-of-children requirement is a number that is determined by complex . It is a combination of numbers offered by mother, mother in law, your 300 year old grandmother and others. It represents how many children they feel you should spit out. You have no say in this, what-so-ever. While fulfilling this responsibility, there is a short window of time for guilt free sex.
Having "the hell" scared out of me, didn't stop me from having sex, but it did stop me from enjoying it.
The solution seemed obvious. Get married.
This story will be continued in the future blog entries.
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