Something so simple, so pure, so wholesome, and so viscerally, primally enjoyable. Why the hell do people have so much trouble with the concept? Is it the the emotional baggage with which we saddle anything pertaining to sex? Perhaps we can see the matter more objectively through an allegory. Ah, here's one now...

An Allegory

I like to go to movies. It's more fun to go with friends, but if the movie is good, it doesn't really matter who I watch it with. Sometimes my friends go to the movies without me, and that's okay... I'll get to go next time. Now, imagine I had a friend who absolutely couldn't relax and enjoy a movie unless...
  1. I professed a deep, profound, undying, lifelong devotion to her that went way beyond the superficial pleasure of watching movies.
  2. I committed to never, ever watching a movie with anybody but her.
One would think my friend was pretty psycho and co-dependent, wouldn't one? One would think that this sort of neurotic behavior could jeopardize a perfectly good friendship and prevent it from progressing to the sort of deep, profound stage she claims to want.