How NYM Discovered Great Sex V

May 9, 2006 by NYM

NYM cartoon image The first time I saw “When Harry Met Sally,” I was 17. I hated it. The next time I saw it I was 25. I loved it. It made so much more sense to me after I’d dated a bit. One scene in particular is so important, so spot-on, so relevant, that I think everyone should have to watch it. So, if you’ve seen it, you’ll know what I’m talking about, if you haven’t, go rent it and then re-read this.
It’s the scene in the beginning when Harry and Sally are driving to NYC. They stop off at a diner to eat and they’re discussing the ending of Casablanca. He’s incredulous at the fact that she says Ingrid Bergman’s character did the correct thing in the end. The “practical” thing. He says something like; “You’d rather go off with the President of Czechoslovakia than stay with the man with whom you’ve had the best sex of your life?” Then he says it, “Oh, I understand…you’ve never had great sex.”
THIS IS IT ladies and gents. This is the whole point. Great sex. Not just sex, not just sex where you may or may not have an orgasm, not just good sex. But GREAT sex. The kind of sex that makes you feel so good you want to walk down the street nude. The kind of sex that empties your mind of everything in life except your lovers touch. The kind of sex that makes your body so light that you effortlessly and thoughtlessly walk 50 city blocks back to your apartment the next morning. The kind of sex that you still remember nine years later. The kind of sex that makes you forget everything else around you when you remember it. The kind of sex that you’re compelled to try to find again and again and again once you’ve experienced it. The kind of sex I had with Aaron.

You know what I’m talking about if you’ve ever had it. And if you’ve never had it before, you won’t have a clue. But one thing I know for certain…if you’ve ever had it, you’ll always be looking to find it again. Because you know it’s possible. If you’ve never experienced it and you’ve only ever had bad or mediocre sex you’ll assume it doesn’t exist like Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy. But I’m here to tell you people that it does indeed exist. And I want to find it again every chance I get!

In last week’s column I described my sex life up through college. Between college and moving to NYC there’s not much to tell and what there is to tell belongs in its own separate screenplay. But I digress…

Shortly after moving to NYC, I started on my first dating tear. I dated all kinds of men. And for the first six months I experienced one disappointing sexual experience after another. The most notable being Yanni. A Greek soccer player of average height and of very above average penis size. The first night he stayed over at my place we snogged and messed around and I gave him an A++ blowjob. The chemistry between us was nothing less that electrifying! We didn’t have intercourse because I was still repressed and wouldn’t have sex with a virtual stranger while having my period. So we planned a night out later that week. The anticipation of the sexual experience to come was so exciting. I couldn’t stop thinking about how much chemistry we had while making out and was sure that the sex was going to be mind-blowing. Anyway, the even came and went and the sex sucked. It absolutely sucked. He was a jerk, the chemistry had taken a vacation, and I found the entire development utterly revolting.

That experience coupled with a few other prior experiences had left me utterly hopeless that I would ever have another enjoyable sexual experience and in my mind I actually had resigned myself to having bad sex for the rest of my life. I just thought, “This is how it must be. If most of these guys are rubbish in bed I guess I’ll just have to accept it.”
And it was just at my lowest point of despair that he was sent to me.

Aaron.

YOWZA!!! Just typing his name still sends that familiar tingle to my nether lips. MMMmmmmmmmmm…
My sister was living with me in my studio apartment at the time. And it was one Saturday in late September that my sister and I, looking like total ass in sweatpants, sweatshirts, trainers and no make-up decided to go have a few drinks after checking out the street fair on the next block. Three guys had been helping a friend move up the block from us and they were rewarding themselves with a few beers. We all struck up a conversation, and one in particular fancied me. He was 6’4, thin yet muscular, long legged, blonde, blue-eyed, and with a boyishly handsome face. He was all frat boy and had been the star quarterback at his college.

Whew…all of this talk of Aaron has made me a bit light headed. All of the blood has just rush to my…I’ve got to take care of something right now, so I’ll leave it at that this week. But stay tuned next week to find out what happened on my first date with Aaron.
Also read:

How NYM Discovered Great Sex Part IV

How NYM Discovered Great Sex Part II

How NYM Discovered Great Sex Part I

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