Why I Even Bothered With This
Honestly? Was feeling kinda meh lately. You know those weeks where coffee tastes like water and sunshine feels like a lie? Stumbled on some science-y article claiming good sex boosts happiness. Called bullshit at first. Figured I’d test it myself – ’cause why not?
How I Actually Tracked This Mess
Grabbed my crappy notebook. Wrote down:
- Mood before & after sex (scale 1-10)
- Sleep quality that night
- How much stupid crap bothered me next day
Did this for three weeks. Not just quickies – real slow, connected stuff with my partner. Made us actually talk about what felt good instead of assuming. Awkward at first? Hell yeah. Felt like ordering coffee in Klingon.
The Turning Point Disaster
Week two sucked. Work stress exploded. Came home wired, tried forcing the “experiment”. Worst. Sex. Ever. Felt like two robots high-fiving with dead fish. Mood tanked to “2/10”. Wrote in notebook: “Bad rushed sex = feels worse than having flu and taxes combined.” Almost quit right there.
Switched Tactics Hard
Told my partner: “Screw schedules.” Stopped treating sex like cardio. Next time we fooled around? Turned off phones. Lit a stupid candle. Actually kissed for 20 damn minutes like teenagers. No grand finale pressure. Just… touching. Laughed when I fumbled. Felt human again.
The Weird Thing I Noticed
Next morning? Didn’t magically win lottery. But traffic jams? Meh. Coffee spilled? Shrugged it off. Realized good sex isn’t about fireworks. It’s about feeling loose in your own skin after. Like resetting your idiot brain. My notebook showed 7/10 mood jumps consistently after patient, giggly, no-pressure sex.
Now Here’s My Take
Turns out science wasn’t lying. But it’s not “get laid = happy”. It’s about slamming the brakes on life. Creating one damn hour where you only feel instead of think. Helps you carry that calm into tomorrow. Still have crap days? Obviously. But now I treat sex like therapy that doesn’t cost $200/hour. Works better than my therapist too. Fight me.