I’ve been thinking a lot about compromise in relationships: specifically I’ve been thinking about what compromise means in the bedroom. What happens when (inevitably) one person wants sex more frequently than the other partner?
This is a topic I’ve been considering for many years. Way back in 1985, I was a 19-year old Christian college student, attending a pre-marital class put on by one of the pastor’s wives at our church. When it came to sex the group was segregated (naturally) and Marge (I swear that was her name) addressed the table of young women. “Don’t make him beg,” she said. “Make sure you take care of him."