Crackers Yes, Sex No

You can eat crackers in my bed anytime, baby
You can kick off all the covers in the middle of the night.
You can sleep with the window open wide.
Do anything as long as your by my side.
You can eat crackers in my bed anytime.

– Barbara Mandrell

I can’t remember if I have announced it here yet but I am off to Montreal on July 20th. I will blog more about that in future posts. Right now I want to get back to talking about sex.

This trip I’m staying some nights at Lucia’s and other nights at Mich’s while he’s in Alberta. Tonight Mich gave me the “No sex in my bed” chat. I have given this chat to friends that have stayed at my house before and Lucia has the same rule for her apartment. All of these requests seem reasonable enough.

However I got to thinking about it. Why do I oppose the idea of someone having sex in my bed? Is it because if I am not getting lucky in my bed why should they? Is it some sort of germ phobia? Would the thought keep me up at night?

While the idea of a friend having sex in my bed has the societal stigma of being awkward I think I am relativity OK with them having sex, it is more the other person that creeps me out.

Think about how many people have had sex in a hotel bed before you arrived there. Besides the industrial washing machines and commercial detergent the sheer number of occurrences must override that. How is that different if not worse than a friend doing it 1-7 times in your bed?

Poll time!!! 😀 (select all that apply)