My theology teacher once told us that sex is more amazing for Christians than for anyone else. The reason is that Christians sacrifice themselves for each other. We put ourselves last. In love, we should seek our spouses’ happiness. In sex, we should seek our spouse’s pleasure above our own. Two people who are giving of themselves and devoting themselves wholeheartedly to each other will have more, fuller, truer intimacy than a man and a woman who seek brute physical gratification as quickly as possible. These words from Remy Wilkins on this awesome blog should encourage those of us who are still single and painfully abstinent to press on: the final goal could not be more worthwhile. Marriage is the best picture we have of the relationship that defines the world, that of Christ and His church. (Post title via Toby Sumpter).
We have bought into certain lies that are flimsy as our pick-up lines. One of the most absurd is thinking that the more women you sleep with means more sexual skills, that more women equals more experience. Nothing could be further from the truth. Consider the man who declares his love of cities, all cities and talks about his vast knowledge of cities. He spends the night in a different city one day after the next. He gets off the bus, buys a t-shirt, notches his belt and hops back on the bus. He is suppose to be a grand lover of cities? Rather his is the most worthless of tourists, he’s the doofus in the fannypack mugging in front of every giftshop across the nation. He knows nothing of the city, does not love any city at all, but rather he loves to see his greasy unshaven mug in different settings each night. The man that says he knows New York City because he was once laid-over there one rainy insignificant night is a great fool.
So too the lothario, who beds women with tricks and well worn moves. He’s never had to please a woman night after night. He can only pick up women at the watering hole looking to be watered, the lowhanging fruit. A real man knows how to please the woman who’s dealt with screaming kids all day, who went through the day with peanutbutter in her hair, wearing sweatpants and grannypanties because the laundry is stacked to highheaven. A real man can’t rely on a couple of cheap sex tricks to please a woman, running the same two plays on an unsuspecting defense, a real man has to play the same team night after night and the things that worked last night aren’t good enough for today. Real men bed the same woman every night keeping it new and fresh and exciting. Lotharios, in the extremity of their lameness, have so little game they have to move from woman to woman with their smoke, mirrors and hand dancing.
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