Need a Sex Detox?
Yes, there is such a thing as getting too lucky? Here’s the 4-stage breakdown of the symptoms that point to a sex detox.
1. You overthink sex
Making love. Having sex. Doing it. Getting lucky. Getting laid. Getting jiggy with it. Whatever you call it — what’s on your mind is all of the above different degrees of the act of passion. You wake up reminiscing about it, rush through work fantasising about it, continue fantasising about it even as you do it, and hit the sack reliving it.
2. You morph into the Innuendo Hunter
You can’t resist cracking up (pun intended) when the dentist instructs you to open real wide and say “Aaah!”; the electrician plays around with wires and finally turns on the switch; the plumber bends over to fix a leaky faucet; you expect the pizza delivery guy/gal to strut in and show off some their best porno moves; you begin to mentally undress everyone you know — the plump menopausal neighbour, crabby old man at the local store. Need I say more?
3. It doesn’t really turn you on:
Not as much as it used to, anyway. But you’re too chicken to admit it; you’re the so-called sex addict, after all. You’ve come to expect too much from yourself, and get your bedroom buddy (buddies?) to expect so much from you that you’ve begun feeling dunked by the proverbial ice bucket. It now takes longer — and kinkier — to get you in the mood.
4. It’s even begun to (gasp!) disgust you:
The unparalled monotony of the act, the constant necessity to please, and above all, the obvious omnipresence of it all has made it seem banal, bordering on the boring and even mildly nauseating.
If the aforesaid has induced weak nods, it’s time for a sex detox. Go off the act for a month or so — no flings attached. And watch yourself soon gravitate towards the bedroom with renewed passion.
1. You overthink sex
Making love. Having sex. Doing it. Getting lucky. Getting laid. Getting jiggy with it. Whatever you call it — what’s on your mind is all of the above different degrees of the act of passion. You wake up reminiscing about it, rush through work fantasising about it, continue fantasising about it even as you do it, and hit the sack reliving it.
2. You morph into the Innuendo Hunter
You can’t resist cracking up (pun intended) when the dentist instructs you to open real wide and say “Aaah!”; the electrician plays around with wires and finally turns on the switch; the plumber bends over to fix a leaky faucet; you expect the pizza delivery guy/gal to strut in and show off some their best porno moves; you begin to mentally undress everyone you know — the plump menopausal neighbour, crabby old man at the local store. Need I say more?
3. It doesn’t really turn you on:
Not as much as it used to, anyway. But you’re too chicken to admit it; you’re the so-called sex addict, after all. You’ve come to expect too much from yourself, and get your bedroom buddy (buddies?) to expect so much from you that you’ve begun feeling dunked by the proverbial ice bucket. It now takes longer — and kinkier — to get you in the mood.
4. It’s even begun to (gasp!) disgust you:
The unparalled monotony of the act, the constant necessity to please, and above all, the obvious omnipresence of it all has made it seem banal, bordering on the boring and even mildly nauseating.
If the aforesaid has induced weak nods, it’s time for a sex detox. Go off the act for a month or so — no flings attached. And watch yourself soon gravitate towards the bedroom with renewed passion.
