I have anal tendencies. That’s not to say that I like anal (Ed. - Or that I don’t. In fact, thinking that this is that kind of blog is just wrong. My mom reads this blog and that’s weird and dirty. Also, HI MOM!).
I am willing to admit that I am overly anxious. I am nerdy. I am careful to keep records. I enjoy planning and forecasting.
So one night, after another romp in the newlybed, I went to the computer and hit the googles, looking for a lifetime sex calculator. I couldn’t find anything useful. So I did the math myself and arrived at our nifty little number: 10 000.
Yes, If Mr. Abraxas and I make it to our 50th wedding anniversary (possible) and allow our frequency to decline by approximately 40%, (is flatlining at 4 times per week optimistic?) we should be able to break the 5-digit mark.
That’s not just a lot of notches in our bedpost: that’s whittling the bedpost into a toothpick. That’s 2.5 million calories burned, collectively. And a lot of post-coital cuddletime.
What’s your number?