The difference between making love and having sex

I used to think there was no difference between making love and having sex. That distinction seemed wholly fabricated by the evil unit responsible for many women's magazines and Harlequin romance-style novels.

You see, I am a man. That means I have needs, and any time that happens, it managed to find a little female companionship, well, call it what you will, but it was all good. Pretty much. Cuddle afterward — or don't. Show up with flowers next time — or don't. Phone the next day — or don't.

Some people might choose to argue over semantics. I, on the other hand, was busily engaged in trying to help my self find a new female vacation spot.

Let me explain:

You see, I have fallen for this girl once, in a big way (not anymore though). Suddenly, I knew there was a difference — and what, exactly, that difference was. It's not that we don't get "fast and furious". Rather, for the first time, I am profoundly aware that making love is fundamentally a process — a long, unbelievably enticing, terribly wonderful encounter that's all about discovering every possible way two people can connect sexually.

Even better, the more in love you are, the more ways to connect.

Sex, on the other hand, is about two people using one another to get off, which is fine and good. But making love is a journey of utter pleasure that is only possible when you increasingly cannot imagine not having that person in your life.

Still confused? Just refer to this handy list I've devised:

Making Love: You can't wait to wake up with her.
Having Sex: You can't wait to wake up.

Making Love: You talk and giggle into the small hours.
Having Sex: You have little to say other than, "So, our sex organs really fit together there, now don't they."

Making Love: You wake up staring into her opalescent blue eyes.
Having Sex: You wake up staring at her (um, I forget what color) eyes.

Making Love: You wonder how you ever got through the night without holding and kissing her.
Having Sex: You wonder how you're going to get through the night without holding and kissing Smelly, your loyal, prodigiously slobbering Great Dane–pit bull mix.

Still confused? Well, sorry so am I after I read this blog. Lol