Simple Sex Requests
One particularly snowy day in Montreal, I got to thinking how such afternoons used to be enjoyed. Before iPhones, computers, Netflix, homework, and hangovers. Snow days were anxiously anticipated because of endless opportunity to toboggan, play board games, watch movies, and nap forever. You know, that PG-13 shit. These memories flood back to form a river of nostalgia that makes me realize what I really miss are the days when simplicity was a priority and making decisions were not.
Now, no longer chained to my parents demanding expectations – I relish in the freedom to plan my afternoons with as little or as much activity as I desire.
Soon time passes and Saturday afternoons turn into Saturday evenings and before I know it, I’m going to bed with feelings of (undeserved) achievement because I managed to write my To-Do List. No, no. Nothing is checked off, but that’s what Sundays are for right?
That sense of accomplishment slowly morphs into laziness. I think: if I continue frittering away productive daylight hours, I should at least have something to show for it, right? It was then that I resolved to return to the wisdom of my youth. I would spend my Saturday afternoons in the most perfectly simple way – by having sex instead of doing anything else.
As the bouts of anxiety from deciding how to prioritize my “To-Do” list subside, I understand that the simplicity we cherished as children still has it’s merit today. Women like sex. Men like sex. If you can have sex, you should. Tada! Afternoon planned.