There was some guy in college who got expelled for repeatedly masturbating during lecture. He’d wait until the prof turned off the light for his PowerPoint presentation.
Why a single offense wasn’t enough, I have no idea.
I knew a guy in college who would, at night, go to one of his classrooms he was in during the day. He’d sit in the seat of a certain hot girl in his class and masturbate.
An ex-BF who was a fighter pilot told me one day - while we were dating! - that, for him, flying was better than sex.
My outer voice said: Oh really! That’s interesting.
My inner voice said: OK, well maybe if you weren’t Mr. 30 Second Man…Oh, and see if you’ll be getting even any of that any time soon!
Even if he felt it was true, it wasn’t particularly smart of him to say so.
As for me, there are nights after a grueling day (or three) when falling into a bed with clean sheets and a big fluffy comforter does feel better than sex, at least for the 10 seconds until I fall asleep.
A dining companion once offered me a dessert, with the statement that said dessert was “better than sex”. After I had consumed said confection, she returned to me to ask what I thought of it. I couldnt resist replying with the old chestnut “Well, it was good. But either I don’t know how to eat or you don’t know how to screw”.
Our relationship cooled quite a bit after that. But it was worth it to use that line!
Qadgop makes me laugh! But, I have to agree, there are a lot of things in this world that are better than mediocre sex, but nothing, nothing, nothing is better than earth-shattering hot monkey sex!
When I drove race cars, saying racing is better than sex was common. All your senses are operating at their maximum and depending on how well you did that particular night, the high would last well into the morning. When the pursuit of this high began affecting the other parts of my life I realized it was time to quit. Like a former drug user that remembers that perfect buzz, I still have vivid memories of some of the things that happened to me on the race track. I even have a tough time sitting in the stands at my local short track watching others race, the thought of others getting that racing buzz and I can’t tears at me. All I have to do is look at the pictures of some of my wrecked race cars to get my mind straight again.
friedo, my only reason for posting in this thread is to tell you that you will forever have my admiration for phrasing this statement in such a way as to make me laugh uproariously for about a minute.
Things I have experienced that were better than bad sex:
-Last summer I went on a 30 mile hike. In the mountains. In one day. When I finished I was exhausted, hallucinating and dehydrated. We got a shitty hotel room and got a 12 pack and ordered a pizza. O.M.G.
-I’ve been in a couple of bands. There have been rare occasions where while we were playing out something would click and . . . I don’t know . . .it’s kind of like a Zen-like moment where everything meshes and you feel your ability transcends your normal range and the whole band is (bows) one.
