I’ve had plenty of sex and a taste of love.
So what comes first: Sex or love?
The traditional answer is love. However, as society has transitioned from an era of romance to an age of hooking up, I feel obligated to say that the answer is sex. Sex comes first.
Well, it did for me, at least. To be honest, I think having sex first was one of the things that made me realize I was falling in love.
Let me rephrase. I don’t mean the actual act of having sex. I am refering to the feeling of safety and security I felt while having sex. I think it is the most magical emotion in the world to lay next to someone, naked and exposed, yet feel a comforting sensation of shelter.
The days of kiss and tell have to come to a crashing halt. Sure, a kiss can spark emotion. It can release a cage of butterflies in the stomach. But I do not believe that the touch of two lips speak a tale of love.
So, go ahead and call me crazy. Call me just another Millennial embracing the postmodern crash of romance. Maybe I’m both these things. Or maybe I’m just a young woman who believes that one intimate act of sex can create a love story.
With sex, one can instantly tell if he or she has an emotional connection with another human.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I am 100% not saying to bring home some stranger you’re crushing on and bang them on the couch to see if they’re the one. What I am saying is that relationships follow a path of phases, and sex simply comes before love.
And here’s where things get just a little bit more magical- every time you have sex with the person you love, it feels like the first time. Every kiss feels like the first kiss. Every sex feels like the first sex.
Hey, Madonna said it first: Sex with someone you love makes you feel like a virgin, touched for the very first time.
Feel your heartbeat next to mine.