Well lubricated
From
Hour.ca - My Messy Bedroom
by
Josey Vogels
Drinking and sex go together like fine wine, a roaring fire and two naked bodies; like a pitcher of beer, you, and that guy you barely noticed earlier at the other end of the bar who suddenly seems so desirable; like the morning after and that urgent early appointment you suddenly must rush off to meet.
Ah, the romance of it all.
In response to my request for your drunken sex stories, one reader recalled the time she ended up picking up a guy after initially fending him off by telling him she was a lesbian. It must have been her suave approach.
"I was basically humping his leg. What do you want after a dozen tequila shots?"
She took him back to her friend's place, where they did it. She got up, threw up, brushed her teeth (very conscientious, I thought) then jumped back into bed and went at it again. They went several rounds that night - heaved, humped, heaved, humped... even though she didn't remember much of the evening, she'll never forget it.
"The thing that struck me most about it afterwards," she told me, "was why someone would have wanted to have sex with me in that state. I mean, sure, I brushed my teeth, but it couldn't have been too pretty."
But as I mentioned a couple of weeks ago, a recent Scottish study has proven that alcohol stimulates the nucleus accumbens, the part of the brain that judges sexual attraction. The study took 80 college students and had half of them drink, while the other half stayed sober. Each subject was shown pictures of the opposite sex, and in all cases, male and female alike, the drunk group rated the pictures an average of 25 per cent more attractive than the sober folk.
After all, what, besides drunkenness, would compel you to pick up a 23-year-old ("I'm old enough to be his mother... that's embarrassing enough," wrote the reader who sent in this story) and beat his balls with a flogger, only to run into him ("or at least I think it was him") the next day on the bus... with his girlfriend?
Or flee a one-night-stand's place without bothering to put your tights and underwear back on under your skirt, only to have your male roommate bring them in the next morning because you dropped them on the front porch on your stumble in, as another inebriated reader once did?
Ah! Booze, that wonderful "social lubricant." K-Y for the mind, if you like. A little social lube and insecurities, judgment, motor skills and that nasty grip on reality just slip away. It's beautiful, really.
There are advantages to this: Hooch increases your odds of getting laid, for example. Because, as the Scots have now proven, once you've got yer beer goggles on, people you'd never think of sleeping with when you're sober suddenly seem way hot.
Sometimes alcohol is useful to kick-start something that can't seem to get going on its own. Call it modern dating. Why waste money on a movie or a meal? It's so much easier to just show up at the same social function and confess your feelings in a drunken stupor at some point in the evening. Très seductive.
Drunk sex can actually be a lot of fun sometimes, since drinking lowers inhibitions and encourages you to flaunt all your tacky porn-star aspirations (plus double vision lets you fulfill your fantasy of having a threesome when there's only two of you). If you're lucky, in the morning maybe one of you will even remember how great it was.
Of course, we all know that drinking and sex don't always mix. Sometimes the combination can be dangerous. There's a big difference between doing something goofy and doing something against your will. And there is absolutely nothing funny about those stupid "NO MEANS, have aNOther drink" T-shirts that recently raised a stink.
Also, remembering to slip on that little piece of rubber is another thing that often slips our minds when we're drunk. "I'll save my life next time" can seem like such rational thinking at the time.
So, people, if you're going to drink and have sex, please do it responsibly.
You'll respect yourself a whole lot more in the morning.
