Choose Music Or Sex

What would you choose if you were given the choice of giving up either music or sex for one year?

A few days ago I heard this thought-provoking question on a radio talk show. It hasn’t stopped bugging me since, and I keep changing my answer, then trying to rationalize each answer to myself

My final answer is that I would give up sex. Yes, really. I would prefer to have one year of music instead of one year of sex. Well, more accurately stated, I would give up all the sex I could have had in one year in order to keep all of the music I could absorb in one year.

I would love to have a year where I could have sex any where and any time I wanted, but I know that is an impossible dream. I can, however, easily attain the goal of listening to music any where and any time I want. And with any one I would like.

As many married people know, their sex life before marriage is usually really good. The frequency, the variations, etc, etc. However, once the blushing new bride gets a taste of the wedding cake, the good sex life is usually on it’s way out. Most of the time, within a year, the sex life they had is a distant memory.

I have been married for several years, and in that time I have gone from “a lot of sex” to “almost no sex” and have actually adjusted to it quite well. Surprisingly well, in fact. The hardest part was the transition from ‘lots’ to ‘none’ but once that was done, the rest of the road downhill was not too bad.

My story matches that of many other men. Before we wed, and right afterwards, the sex was awesome. We both craved each other’s body. Many weekends it would be surprising if either of us left the bedroom for more than 5 minutes. But after the wedding, she got mysterious headaches that lasted for weeks. And she was having her period about 5 weeks a month. There were suddenly worries that someone “would see us” or that nothing could happen because the sheets were just washed so we couldn’t get them dirty. Or a special TV show was coming up.

I’m not saying this looking for sympathy or because I’m whining. This is just part of my story, and it’s so typical that I could have just copied some other whiney husband’s story (although I did not). This is just part of the reasoning behind my answer.

So you see, “losing” the option for sex is not really all that big of a deal, it’s essentially gone already anyway. Bring on the music!

What would your choice be?  Why?