Just Wondering

Do you ever find yourself wondering about other people’s sex lives? I find that I do. Maybe it’s because of how sporadic mine is (but at least I have one now occasionally, unlike a year ago) that I dwell on it. Maybe it’s because of how many blogs I read by people with less than stellar sex lives. Maybe it’s because, gosh darn it, I’ve pretty much got a one track mind.

Whatever the reason, I find that I wonder about people and what their sex life is like. It might be a coworker. It might be an acquaintance. It might be the plumber coming in to fix the leaky pipes. It might be the woman sitting at the next table all alone at the restaurant. It might be, but not as often, someone I just pass by on the street. It doesn’t have to be someone to whom I’m attracted or repulsed or anything in between. It is more an academic question in my mind, a curiosity about how often, how satisfied, how faithful, how creative, how willing.

At the mall I see quite a few older couples who walk for exercise. When I see a couple walking together I often wonder do they still have sex? Enjoy it? Are they in synch with their level of desire? Have they had rocky times and come through it? Are they still in rocky times but just given up or given in?

I wonder about coworkers who are married with young children or older children or no children at all. What do they do behind closed doors? Are they happy about it? If they are unsatisfied are they seeking gratification elsewhere or sacrificing that part of life for love of their partner? Did they have sex last night, and if so, was it good? Was it what they wanted or did it leave them wanting? Did they try and get turned down. . . again? Did their partner try, yet again, and frustrate them with their demand for more than what they want to give?

Yes, I’m nosy. Oh yes I am. I would never walk up to any of these people and ask them any of the above questions, but I do wonder if they have blogs that I could read. Then I wonder if perhaps I already am. Perhaps every day I’m sitting and reading about the life of the woman down the street, the man across town or in the next cubicle. I’ll probably never know, and I don’t really think I want to know because if I found out that one of my favorite blogs was written by someone I knew well there might be just a bit of a discomfort in knowing the intimate kinds of things that I know. With BJ it’s different because we are intimate and know each other intimately anyway so reading each other’s blogs isn’t discomforting to me. As curious as I am, I’m just not sure I want to know that Joe in the next cubicle over begged his wife for oral last night and got turned down yet again. I’d rather just know about abstract people from the blogosphere that I don’t have to look in the eye on a regular basis. Maybe that’s why as much as I think there are bloggers I’d like to meet, I’m also hesitant about it too. Walking up and meeting someone about whom I know so many secrets and intimate details would feel just a bit, umm, weird. Particularly now that you all know what my nekkid butt looks like.