Sex is like, the weirdest thing that two humans can do. If you really sit down and think about it. It’s either a big deal or it’s not. And when it’s over then it’s either done, or it’s not. Does that even make sense? In my head it does. And isn’t life basically about sex? I mean, why do men and women date to begin with? Isn’t it so that they can eventually have sex and make babies, who in turn have sex with others…. hopefully not each other, to make more babies who have more sex that either means something or it doesn’t?
Is sex when you’re in love better then sex out of lust? And how do you recognize the difference? How does a person even know if they’re in love to begin with? I love sex, does that mean that sex is love? I suddenly feel like Carrie from sex and the city.