Saturday night, hubbie and me watched Julie & Julia. The movie where a 30-year-old woman—with not much going on in the career department—decides to start a blog chronicling her quest to finish 500-some Julia Child recipes in 365 days. Meltdowns ensue. Meanwhile, 50 years prior, we watch Julia Child battling similar career-lacking issues and her quest to get her love for food published into a book back when the world thought housewives wouldn’t want to read a voluminous account of how to make high-end French recipes. The notions are simple, but in the end, so inspiring and uplifting, especially when a few hours prior you are having a conversation with your hubbie that goes something like this:
Last night, I was re-reading Chapter 14: Friends…with Benefits and came upon the beginning of one of my favorite storylines in the SLH book series, the interesting relationship that develops between Hannah and her new boss Phillip Ferrari. It made me miss the tension of office romances…and I’ve had a few:) It also put me on a quest this morning to find that scene out of 9 1/2 Weeks, that inspired me to write this scene:
Last night, me and hubbie had dinner with a friend who’s been married for something like twenty years, has four kids, and still raves about humping her husband. She, like my other friend, who’s going on something like fifteen years of sexual bliss with her husband, saved herself for marriage, i.e. her future husband popped her cherry. Now I know I’ve only documented two cases so far, but I wonder if I went on some quest, and asked more married women whether they lost their virginity to their future husbands, if I would notice a trend. Could it be that happiness in sexual monogamy is directly linked to how many lovers you’ve had? And, if you spent your formative years romping around with every opportunity that came knocking, could one man ever then satisfy all your sexual cravings?
Saving myself for marriage was something I never considered a good option. I actually thought the idea rather ludicrous.
