Nothing better than sex

A woman, Dawn Goldsmith, recently wrote an article, "Fifty Things Better than Sex" in a magazine, Eve, which was syndicated by World Wide Media and published last week in this newspaper.

Being curious, I read it. For sure I wanted to know the 50 fantastic things I have not yet experienced. I shook my head with disbelief, and I came to the conclusion that Ms. Goldsmith never had sex in her life. Or if she had, she never enjoyed it.

Some examples of her 50 fantastic moments of joy were, for example, "getting a promotion". This, of course, explains why her love life has been so dull. For "getting a promotion" happens only once in say every five or 10 years. Sex, on the other hand, can be enjoyed every day and every night, depending on one's stamina, age, and the creativity of one's partner.

Another of her great joys, she says, is "putting on a jacket you haven't worn for awhile and finding a $100 note in the pocket". How mundane! How material! Finding a notepaper with a female name and a telephone number is far more pleasurable, especially if the word "Anytime" is written on it. But then, with a name like "Goldsmith" the author's imagination is obviously limited to gold and silver, and not to "wine, woman, and song".

Peasant mentality

She also lists among her 50 "better-than-sex" things, "the smell of freshly baked bread", "a big juicy strawberry", "tea and cookies on a rainy afternoon", and "chocolate ice cream". This woman obviously has a peasant mentality. To compare bread or fruit with sex is clearly the thought of someone who is a glutton for food, has become fat and flabby and is so inactive that when she climbs into her bed, the struggle of it leaves her huffing and puffing and tired. And soon snoring fast asleep!

If Ms. Goldsmith is still recoverable and looks good, has a warm and inviting voice, eyes that sparkle - even when it's dark, a teasing smile, and her body frame is still measured in inches, and not in millimetres, we could perhaps get together so that she could discover the glory of love and sex.

First of all, the experience of sex affects the five senses - seeing, smelling, hearing, tasting and feeling. Eating a juicy strawberry, as she suggests, is experienced by the sense of sight - it's pretty - and the senses of smelling and tasting. Never the sense of hearing. It's therefore incomplete in its satisfaction.

Ms. Goldsmith needs to know that "time spent with good friends" can be fun, but leaving their company holding hands with an old or new friend, and walking away together in the moonlight can be the beginning of a passion far better than her list of 50.

For example her choice of "a blissful night's sleep" is incomplete in its joy unless it is shared with someone.

Sex, Ms. Goldsmith, is not just a wham and a bam thing as you may have probably experienced. It is seeing the great creation of the human being in all its natural glory. It is the music of her voice. It is the musky smell she exudes. It is the taste of lips, touching first and then clinging. And it is the warm feeling of closeness you never want to end.

No, Ms. Goldsmith. There is only one thing better than sex. It is not one of the long list of 50 you have identified. It is just more sex.

Back to Commentary