Driving each other crazy acts as an aphrodisiac?

In My Humble Opinion
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Last summer I went on a cruise and met a very interesting woman. We had kind of a shipboard romance going on for the duration of the trip.

The funny thing was she was kind of a crazy gal, she had finished school and the cruise was kind of a ‘graduation’ present from her mom. She decided to make the most out of the whole thing and was very wild and crazy and impulsive. Being kind of a mellow guy, she did a lot of things that made me nervous or uncomfortable, but in a way, it just made me like her more. It had me kind of confused, though it did kind of give me a glimpse on why women like guys some other guys would consider ‘jerks’.

After a few days of this, it started to get kind of old; there were a lot of things about each other that we were polar opposites about. I like being around kids, for example, but she’d start to snarl if a kid got within 20 feet of her. For a while I thought how I could reconcile sleeping with a person I didn’t see eye to eye emotionally. Don’t get me wrong, she was incredibly intelligent, just surprisngly naive about some things. Also, she was very willing to talk about her line of study (medicine) but completely uninterested when I’d talk to her about my line of study (literature).

I can’t help but think that she really got a rise out of seeing me get uncomfortable. I get this ‘worried’ expression on my face when I am feeling tense, and not even be aware of it. She thought this was hilarious, and really liked to dig at me about how uptight I was acting. Meanwhile she was doing stuff like trying to pick fights with other girls in the bar, and ask to go dancing with me, only to be grinding against me simply to see the (shocked) reaction of the mostly older-aged passengers on the boat who happened to walk by. Being around her was exciting, but many times I felt like it was sort of at my expense. Of course, I can only be pushed so far before I push back, so one evening when we were ordering dessert during dinner, I found out she HATED Jello, it ooged her out. Oooh, payback time! :smiley: Let me tell you, I did not hesitate to overeggagerate how delicious those four cubes of lime gelatin tasted. I savored each wobbly morsel, and offered her to ‘try it!’. She looked like she was going to puke, I on the other hand, was both puzzled and amused at how someone could ravenously devour two appetizer platters of escargot have such a visceral reaction to something as benign as lime jello!

I guess it seems rather low of me to do something so sophmoric, but the funny thing was that seeing her get grossed out/nervous really gave me this euphoric rush…It wasn’t like I was trying to gross her out all along or anything, it was turning the tables and making her uncomfortable for a change.

Anyway, its really funny how two people can hate each other’s guts and yet be madly attracted to each other at the same time. I guess I didn’t realize how possible this was until it happened to me :slight_smile:

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Mmmm… sweetened psychedelically-coloured processed bovine connective tissue.

(I’d eat garlicky gastropods first.)

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You don’t even have to hate each other to do this. A couple who are friends of my friends apparently love to argue with each other as a prelude to sex. Not just teasing arguing either, but full-blown screaming arguments at times (though typically just a heated bitch-fest instead). The problem is that they don’t seem to care if there’s an audience to their fights; they do this in front of guests at their house, even, and then sneak off to their bedroom for some make-up sex. Apparently they portray those arguments as “not holding anything back or being fake” but I claim there’s a way to disagree with your spouse without making your guests uncomfortable.

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While I’ve not personally been involved in either situation described above, I have witnessed both from a distance. Yes, it is my firm belief that some couples will fight and annoy each other just so they can have make-up sex. Hell, on of my college roommates had a girlfriend who he fought with constantly (like, every word they spoke to each other that I ever heard).

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I once knew a couple who had two modes: fuck or fight. What they seemed to enjoy most though were public displays of both modes. They didn’t actually do the deed in front of others, but the’d be all over each other while describing what they’d done in bed the night before. While this was rather uncomfortable for the spectators, fight mode was far worse. Those two wouldn’t hesitate a second to ruin a party or outing with their vicious fighting.
Last I heard they were still together after 15 years.