New York Magazine profiles “Six real New Yorkers” in a segment called "Sex Diaries" to determine who's getting some. The article literally counts the episodes.
The inevitable Wall Street entry clocks in with an end of week count that includes one act of fellatio, one act of cunnilingus and one act of intercourse with the woman on top. The only hitch is that he's married, seemingly faithful and lost all his model and bottle instincts. The magazine labels this as sexual frustration. Is it?
Do single (or at least sleazier) traders do any better on average (does someone want to make a market here)? Judging by how frantically the pinstriped sect is trying to cram into Tenjune (or Joshua Tree) most nights we'd have to say the jury's still out (and those callouses are not from working out, or a Bloomberg terminal).
Here's the breakdown of a frustrating week, from NY Mag:
THE SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED DAD
Male, 43, Wall Street trader, Bay Ridge, married, three kids.
7:00 A.M. Wake up feeling frisky. My wife says, “Let’s all go to early Mass.”
7:30 P.M. She tells me she really wants to make love with me. It’s too early; the kids are still up.
9:30 She says she’s tired, just snuggles, and falls asleep. Oh, well.
7:00 A.M. Wake up kind of excited, but it’s time to get everybody up.
7:15 Get a nice flash of tits before my wife goes into bathroom.
9:00 P.M. Been a long day and I really want her, but she won’t be home from work for three more hours.
MIDNIGHT Think I said good night to her. May have dreamed it.
6:30 A.M. Awake to put on coffee. She is comatose.
4:00 P.M. Go for a drink. See a bartender friend. She is really hot, but not my wife.
8:00 Home and missing her—another late night.
Read more about this guy’s riveting week after the jump…
6:55 A.M. Bring wife coffee in bed. Get a nice kiss for it.
4:00 P.M. Stop for a drink again.
7:45 Surprise! She is home early.
9:00 This is going to be a good night. It is. To be blunt, we have oral sex, both of us, one at a time, then sex with her on top.
7:00 A.M. Get up to make coffee with a big smile on my face. Bring it up to her and give her a big kiss.
11:30 P.M. Manage to wait up for her. Ask if she wants to fool around. Can’t. She got her period this afternoon.
7:00 A.M. Coffee and kiss.
5:00 P.M. Exchange a few playful e-mails with her, even though it’s not going anywhere.
MIDNIGHT Get a good-night kiss.
7:00 A.M. Awake to get bagels, and then we go separate ways with kids.
5:30 P.M. One hour till dinner guests. Frantically cooking.
11:15 Her friends finally leave. We clean up, kiss, and go to sleep.
The Sex Diaries – [New York Magazine]