why was the sex so good?
1) because I went to a reading given by a friend and happened to sit behind a Famous Writer who was once Rolly’s lover! I hadn’t seen her since (as a freshman in college 43 years ago) I heard her read. This time, of course, I had great reason to look at her! and I did, though mostly at the back of her neck. She was quite wrinkled — much more so than my mother, who must be about 13 years older — but her face was still pretty and her features delicate. Rolly actually looks much younger than she, though I think they’re the same age. But it was really funny to see her, to sit behind her, and to think, We’ve had the same lover! we’ve held the same man naked! And yes, I did pay attention to the reading. But I had a lot to think about. She even wrote something about Rolly that’s in one of her books, but it’s not one of her famous works.
2) because I took a brownie from the reading, wrapped it in a napkin, put it in my pocketbook/backpack, and gave it to Performer, at whose apartment I stopped on my way home. He ate the brownie before we retired to the bedroom….I wonder what they put in it!
3) because while he was eating the brownie, a particularly large and rich one, he had a cup of tea, and as he drank the tea, we talked about his former lovers. I kept him to that subject, though he kept digressing to Loftier Subjects, such as his area of performance. But women! their bodies! their faces, their clothes, their everything! I wanted to hear all about them. And this time (as distinct from my overnight at his apartment on Friday) we talked about his Italian ex-girlfriend (from 1960 or so…) Domenica. She was, it seemed, very, very sexy; Performer had picked her out of a large crowd of women as the one he wanted to go to bed with, because of the look in her eyes — bedroom eyes is, I believe, the expression, though Performer didn’t use it. I asked him about her body (not thin but voluptuous) and her clothes; her clothes, he said, were loose, always falling off her, as if she wanted a man to put his hand through them. As he talked about this feature of Domenica, Performer smiled a lot. It was fun to watch him smiling at the memory of her…47 years ago!
4) because we were in such a hurry we didn’t take our socks off. I was wearing dark red knee-high socks with a very nice Chinese-y pattern, and Performer was wearing white socks.
5) because just before we went to bed, Performer was talking about the penultimate legal procedure in his divorce, and realizing that it was actually almost over.
6) because — gee, I don’t know — maybe because it was an even-numbered day (the 16th) in an even-numbered month;
7) or, more likely, because it was a Tuesday night, and believe it or not, and I know you’ll find this hard to believe, Performer and I had never heretofore had sex on a Tuesday! Imagine!
So that’s the formula: Tuesday + even-numbers + almost divorced + both wearing socks + Domenica + brownie + Rolly’s ex.
No problem! should be easy to duplicate those conditions….some day.
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October 17, 2007 at 4:00 pm
Zing! Sounds like fun. It may be helpful to assign percentages to each of these areas in terms of their contribution to good sex. For instance, I’d give Domenica 40%, Brownie 30%, Rolly’s ex 10%, and 20% for the rest. (I assume this formula doesn’t take into account chemistry and mutual attraction which you guys seem to have in spades…
October 17, 2007 at 4:34 pm
a brilliant idea! and i think you’re right about the 40%. Still wondering what they baked into that brownie….
October 23, 2007 at 10:40 pm
I love that you can talk about your former lovers. We youngsters are too sensitive about the past, I think.
October 23, 2007 at 11:19 pm
that’s my favorite subject! well, maybe my second-favorite subject. but it’s easier to talk about all the exes when you have one in the present….it gives you a pleasant perspective to view them from. of course, talking about my ex-husband is not always ‘pleasant,’ but he’s been useful for comic material. perhaps some of yours are, too?
October 23, 2007 at 11:26 pm
Oh, I think exes are great, comic material, but I think I made the colossal mistake of talking about my exes too much with my most recent ex. *I* found the stories hilarious, but I think he started to feel that he didn’t have enough exes (he’d dated about three women, one of whom he had married) and soon enough turned me into an ex. Voila!