My Brain and I

I had this thought the other day: sex is just like christmas. Seriously. You anticipate and look forward to both. There is all this build up and excitement. The excitement is almost too much and it keeps you wanting that feeling to last forever, but at the same time you just want christmas morning to arrive already. Then when it gets there, it is the greatest day ever. Every christmas is better than the one before. Then it's always over too quickly, and just doesn't last long enough. I don't think it ever could. Then it leaves you feeling happy and smiley the rest of the day, and you can't wait for next Christmas.