Sometimes in the name of living the life we desire and getting what we feel we deserve, we truly, honestly, forget to love.
In a romantic relationship it is difficult, if not impossible to have moments of tallying; your inner dialogue goes something like this: "Well, if I scrubbed the linoleum for thirteen hours and he just built a small shed, which is more important? How come he had four orgasms last week and I only had three if I scrubbed for that long?"
It's not usually this mundane and silly, but I exaggerate for the purpose of making my point.
We tally, we keep score, we measure. Bonnie Raitt has a line in one of songs that goes, "You can't have love, people, when you're keeping score."
I couldn't agree more. After all, don't we want unconditional love? Don't we want to feel that if we decide to spend a Sunday curled up in our sweatpants eating bizarre a food combination such as pistachios, oranges and cake and alternating reading and napping for ridiculous amounts of time, even ignoring the phone, and absolutely ignoring exercise or responsibilities, that our significant other will still desire us, will ruffle our hair playfully, will even, perhaps, chuckle with delight at our temporary sloth?
Therefore, shall we condemn our honey if our honey prefers, well, whatever it is our honey prefers here and there?
Here's the thing; more love really does lead to better sex. The angry, petulant, tallying, score keeping part of a relationship does not for hot sex make.
Let your hair down, hand him the remote, grab your pistachios and stop counting your orgasms ... you just may end up with too many to count.