Oy vey, you searched for what?

This one sounds really innocuous, until you start thinking of the implications of language. In reviewing my webstats just now, I came across someone who landed on me via this search string:

"How do I position myself when having sex with my honeymoon partner?"

Honeymoon partner. Wow. Bet that'll be an unbridled night of torrid passion. Honeymoon partner. Not lover, not mate, not even spouse. Honeymoon partner.

One should make love on a honeymoon, don't you think? Not "have sex"? Unfortunately, I don't know what page they landed on, since I'm too cheap to pay for a full stats package and the info switches over too quickly. Sigh.

If you can't call the person you're about to supposedly spend the rest of your life with your lover, you might want to double-think those vows. Lover. I absolutely love having a lover. Not just a boyfriend or a partner or whatever, but a lover. Doesn't it just roll off the tongue? Don't you get a little hot just thinking of the word? Isn't it almost... tasty?

But having sex with a honeymoon partner? I mean, it sounds like there's gonna be a chaperone standing in the corner, throwing out coaching lessons as they go.

"No, no. To the left. The left. There you go... right. Now again. Again. Deeper. Oh, come on, do it like you mean it. Deeper. Yep! That's the ticket. Let's have some more of that! Fabulous. You're almost getting the hang of... oh, slippage. What a shame. Just when you were fulfilling your potential, too! All right, let's try that again. From the top."

Sigh. And this is why people need to stop overthinking things and go more with their feeling. Life's too short to be clinical.