Tommy was a dynamo.
He was one of my friends from high school, who was constantly interested in making out with girls, and was willing to go almost anywhere to do so.
Compared to the other guys in my class, he was a firecracker, and to some degree or another, the rest of us–fizzles.
He had boundless energy for any romantic activity with women.
I, on the other hand, was poised among the emotions of terror, intrigue, lust and intimidation. If you’re wondering what you get when you stir those together, the best term would be “stalled.”
Matter of fact, I wondered if I would ever actually have physical contact with a woman. What made it worse was that I frequently drove along in the car with Tommy, to have him pull over at some park where there would be a young lady waiting for him. He told me that he was going to fe back in a few minutes. They would spread a blanket not even forty yards away and I sat there for fifty minutes watching them make out.
There’s nothing sexy about that at all.
Truth of the matter is that human sexuality is not nearly so simple as “gay” or “straight.”
Some people seem to have huge libidos, which they use at will.
Other people are anxious to get married so they can carry on a once-a-year sexual calendar.
I suppose those who are hungry for love think the other people are asexual–but actually, we all, in our own way, have an interest in sexuality, and it varies so much that it certainly should not be a matter of debate or scrutiny.
As it turns out, I wasn’t asexual at all–just lacking in opportunity.
Tommy also settled down and married the least likely woman you would have thought such a Don Juan would pluck.
Sex is weird stuff.
Not so weird that we want to avoid it–just weird enough that we need the mercy of understanding from ourselves and others.
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