No good comes of “telling each other everything.” That’s’ a recipe for past-sex-life-resentment (unless, like me, you’re a perv who gets off on hearing these things; most people…aren’t that way). Some things are best kept to oneself. Whatever happened to a little mystery, anyway? “Communication” and “sharing” and “openness” have become knee-jerk prescriptions for all relationship complicatons. Call me an old-school, but I think some things are best left unsaid. [If] you asked a question you didn’t want the answer to – that’s your bad. Now suffer in silence. You’ll get over it.
Johnny, commenting in the post “Your Call: BF Used to Have Sex on Table Where We Eat”: