The Secret Ingedient to Love is …
by An Ordinary Man (the novel)
I happened to watch Nymphomaniac (Vol. 1) last night, mostly because in the hub-bub over the release of 50 Shades, the media took the excuse to review sexy movies, like this one by Lars von Trier, and Stacy Martin looked very attractive. She plays the title character, a sexually predaceous young woman, who, among other things, starts a club commited to only having sex with any one guy once. She loses a member, or quits the club herself, when one of the members violates the rule and uses the word “relationship.” Countering her scorn, the disgraced member leans forward and whispers, “the secret ingedient to sex is love.”
Quite possibly, truer words have not been spoken, but on this, almost the eve of the lovers’ holiday, I would stand up and shout, “the secret to love is sex.” Without one, the other doesn’t thrive. Not, at least, in most relationships. When was the last time you made his knees weak? Rhetorical question.