
That was the conclusion of at least one couple, according to The NY Times. The married folks had recently moved from the city to Boulder Colorado and, trying to adjust, decided, hey, let's have sex, that used to be non-boring, right?; maybe even fun (at least before marriage and the kids and all the stresses of everyday life). So, they had sex -- committed to do it -- 101 straight days and wrote a book about it.
And they're not alone. Another couple had sex apparently 365 days in a row. (Surprise. They wrote a book too. Did it happen, is it real, if you don't write a book about it?) This couple's goal wasn't to relieve suburban boredom as far as we can tell, but to relieve the boredom in their marriage.
Did the sex marathons work? Both couples say, yes. (Of course, if they didn't, their chances of becoming guests on The View and Larry King might be diminished.) But are they on to something? To us -- and we like sex; we highly favor it -- it seems a bit ridiculous. Turning something hot, free-flowing, passionate into something wooden, compulsory. We like coffee ice cream with hot fudge a lot; but if somebody told us we had to eat it every night right after the kids went to bed, for 365 days, not sure how good it would taste when we got into the 3rd or 4th month. (Potato chips, pretzels, hell, broccoli anyone!)
On the other hand, sometimes you do just have to act, get into new routines, in order to break through existing fossilized patterns. And it seems these two couples were having sex about as frequently as the solar eclipse, before their sex marathons. So, if it took a commitment to have it all the time to get back into something more normal, who are we to judge? From our point of view, it beats cleaning up the kitchen or watching another re-run of CSI (for the 30th time) or sitting on a sofa together and talking about...you know, what connected intimate partners in relationships talk about...stuff...the usual...stuff.