GQ Chris said:
I don't think that all singles are sexually frustrated, just the ones that don't touch.
Hm... I don't know about this. I would actually almost think that the opposite to this is true, that those who touch a lot tend to do it out of major sexual frustration. And this is especially the case when inappropriate contentography is also used... because there is also the guilt and shame that is attached to this, and it becomes WAY too awkward.
And the desire does tend to fluxuate as you would look to various people. There are some who really think nothing of it, and others who desire it so greatly that it encompasses a large part of who they are... and most of us would fall somewhere in the middle of that.
Where would the sexual frustration fall in for me? I think a lot of it depends on the day. And it's not my #1 frustration in being single, but it is pretty close to there (definitely in the top 5). Now, is this because 7 years ago I engaged in premarital sex and have turned away from that lifestyle, but still have dreams and memories of it? Maybe. Is it because of the media's pressure telling me that the ultimate experience to be had is in sexual union with an uber hot woman? Perhaps. Is it because of the in-crowd mentality in a lot of the churches that places a stigma on the adult single? A little, I guess. Is it that part of me that desires to love another, to care for her, to show affection, and to be completed and complemented by someone, and to share in that physical, spiritual, and emotional union, which is God's ultimate will and desire, and original plan, if not for the Fall? Possibly. Is it the realization that I am not getting any younger, and that part of me feels that I am wasting my younger years, which apparently are the years when sex is most frequent (apparently)? Um... I think it's a combination of these reasons that this frustration is there.
Of course, it's not made all that better when all of these people around you are getting married and starting to have families, including younger siblings and associates whom you've mentored and seen grown up, and yet you are still sitting there as a single person...
But then I begin thinking of what it will be like if I was married, and if I did have the legal and moral grounds to enjoy sex with my wife, and I seriously wonder if I would know what to do with it. Kind of like my dog, Abby, who always used to love chasing squirrils... and would even sit under the trees and stare up at them as they would lecture her in their chirps. I honestly don't think she would know what to do with a squirril if she caught one... and in a way, I'm not sure I'd know what to do with a wife if I ever cought one. It's a weird way of thinking about it. Maybe it's the thrill of the unknown and of the chase, or maybe it's the hopeless romantic side in me that longs for and seeks it, without knowing even what you're supposed to do when you catch your quarry.