I was talking with My Favorite Vegetarian (MFV) today, splitting veggie chili with rice, when the topic of love come up. Being a baby boomer and former hippie, he was under the impression that he really ought not to have dated until he was 21 years old, and that he didn’t succeed with this whole “love” thing until he met his wife; and it was that feeling, that this woman was “it”, that likely kept him and his wife apart from the sexual liberality that surrounded them when they did the whole “drop out of society and form an agrarian commune” back in the hedonistic days of the early 1970s.
And, talking with him, it’s not because MFV is a prude (he’s most *definitely* not) but because no woman before and after was as extraordinary as this woman who was his wife. It’s a matter of standards, really, entering into a relationship based on respect and a connection that’s more than just physical. Makes for a happy relationship.
And, not coincidentally, less diseases!