neighbour disturbing sheet-soaking sessions that leave all the posters that were pinned to the wall beside your bed ripped and torn and scars on your back
I need a cigarette!
So many great comments on this thread. My experience has been that there is great sex without love, but it's much better if the two go together.
Love is a choice for me. I only made that choice once, and it was both the best and worst time of my life. The sex was, well, indescribably great from the very first time we did it. We had chemistry from day one, but did not 'do the deed' for several months, and got to know each other first. Love, for moi, is about trust as well as chemistry. I would not want to love someone I don't trust. But trust is a difficult thing for me to attain.
I'll never regret my choice to love, but don't think I want to go there again. So intense, so painful if things go awry ...
As for 'bed buddies', I find that men want more emotional attachment after they have sex with me. Then they get all hurt when I remain the same ole buddy I always was. They just don't seem to understand that I mean it when I say "this won't change our friendship".
I agree that it would be great to have friends available for "tune up" (that's hilarious, btw), but it seems to work better in theory than in actual practice.
Maybe the confusion takes place because most people really want to be in love. They delude themselves into thinking "I love her/him", when they don't even really KNOW the person. I think that most people are lovable, and the more I get to know someone, the more I love them, for their humanity, their foibles. This is true of my friends and was true of my partner of 5 years. Familiarity does NOT, imo, breed contempt.
The truest love I ever had was from my best friend and constant companion for 16 years, Squealer the kitty, who died February (happy birthday to me, she says bitterly). There is no love purer than that of a pet. And yes, I am a bit cynical.
talesin