Every so often one finds scientific evidence for something obviously true, yet seldom discussed.
Neurotic newlyweds who have frequent sexual relations are just as satisfied with their marriages as their less neurotic counterparts, according to a study published in the October issue of the quarterly journal Social Psychological and Personality Science.
“High levels of neuroticism are more strongly associated with bad marital outcomes than any other personality factor,” study authors Michelle Russell and James McNulty of the University of Tennessee said in a statement. But neurotic couples were an exception. Spouses with high levels of neuroticism were happier in their marriages if they had more sex, the study found. In fact, frequent sex was enough to wipe away the “happiness deficit” that neurotic people start out with.
Frequent sex is one way that some neurotic people are able to maintain satisfying relationships,” Russell and McNulty said. – Live Science
So, guys, unlike the old song, if you want to be happy for the rest of your life, make a CRAZY woman your wife. And hump her hard and often.
Somehow I always knew this. It always struck me as obvious that what made women nuts was the same damn thing that made ME nuts: not enough nookie. In my case, a climax a day keeps the howling fantods away. Your average female needs more than that, of course, but nature blesses their machinery with the capacity for multiple – make that infinite – replications per session.
I’ve also learned that the battiest lunatics are the most enthusiastic ‘tween sheets athletes, capable of activities beyond a man’s wildest abilities, if not fantasies. Let’s leave that one right there.
Any honest woman (oxymoron alert!) will tell you that competent sexual partners, while rare and cursed with a brief shelf-life, compensate for a host of other shortcomings, including money, common sense, and any vague notion of commitment. Guido likes to remind me of the Universal Asshole Factor, which runs through the male gender in varying degrees, and invariably expresses itself (usually at just the wrong moments). But all this can be placed in perspective by a sparkling sexual performance. That’s life. Accept it.
I come home sad and lonely / Feel like I want to die
I want a man to hold me / Not some fool to ask me why..
It’s déjà vu all over again, Yogi. Freud. Turn-of-the-century vibrators to cure “female hysteria.” Beatniks. The 60s. All you need is love. It’s hard to hate your spouse and act crazy when you’re glowing from orgasm. Shut up and fuck!
There. I’ve written my epitaph. Thanks, Betty Blowtorch.
Have a great weekend.