Homemade pizza bread actually. Still awesome.

True the analogy can be seen as mostly from the male's perspective, but I actually think it holds for everyone if looked at the right way.

First the pizza part. We're not talking about a child's mud pizza topped with sticks and pebbles, and yes there's a certain category of horror story pizzas (gas station food marts, cheap frozen closeout store brands, etc.), but if you think of it as the type pizza you'd choose for yourself even though the range would be from great to OK, overall it is pretty good (the really crappy ones that inflicted themselves on you out of blue notwithstanding). If you were really famished, the OK range would probably expand a bit.

As far as the sex part, generally you'd probably be as least as discriminating as to a partner as you would for your pizza selection, though chance encounters and quickies can also be in the mix. My definition of "sex" is physical intimacy resulting in arousal at some level. If one looks at it as a pleasurable encounter of whatever duration rather than preset expectations requiring evaluation to determine "success" or "failure," then just the simple act of bonding with someone physically like that is pretty good. It doesn't have to be predetermined as if it was a project like assembling a piece of IKEA furniture, but rather more like a musical jam session. Some sessions reach greater heights than others, but I feel there's something worthwhile in the attempt.

Even in a less than optimal encounter, you still had someone willing to give it a go, and if it didn't go well, you still probably learned something new about your likes and dislikes, and your ability to communicate your particular desires with your partner, and your responsiveness to theirs. Short of a partner or encounter that was an absolute disaster, generally (like pizza) it is pretty good.

At least that's the way I see it. Sex with another person is that person essentially giving you the gift of themselves. That usually has some sort of positive effect on your emotional well-being, whether or not the mechanics of the act were as finely tuned as I hope all of us have the opportunities to experience. It's all good. Making love is like a language, and I would always hope to express it in a manner that acknowledges the beauty of that intimacy and bring at least as much pleasure to my partner as I am experiencing.

Though the statement was mostly meant in a humorous vein like a punchline, I still think it embodies some essential truth.

Your mileage may vary.

I think it's a maxim largely intended for the comic effect, and also from the male's perspective for the most part.

Like another observation from a comic I remember who said...

"In terms of sex, women want A), B), and C) as far the type of things they want you to do. For men, we just need you to be there."

The term "nappy dugout" was new to me. Never encountered that phraseology.

@WilliamCharles It was to me, too

That was a very interesting talk, UUNJ. Thanks for sharing it. The George Carlin bit about the difference between baseball and football reminded me there is an element of baseball that I think still applies to sex, and that is there is no set time limit, with even the possibility of "extra innings." When at its most pleasurable, it progresses at it's own pace, with time ideally not being an issue.

[for those unfamiliar, here's the Carlin piece I mentioned -

@WilliamCharles Definitely

Love cold pizza. Sex... done right it gets things warmed up.

i've had some pretty bad pizza and some pretty bad sex, but yes, i want You at night and the next morning

Love Canadian bacon and pineapple. Hold the anchovies.

If you have a bad enough case of the munchies, even that would probably hit the spot.

@WilliamCharles Ah. Those hippie days