Here's what I mean: most of the girls I've been with are now married to other men.

When I was in college, I remember having an experience that I referred to as a "love hangover." After being with a girl, the next morning I always felt an emptiness.

That's something you won't see on TV or in the movies, but it happens a lot. The "love hangover" was a strange occurrence for me.

Mainly because when I was in college, sex was my "god." As a male, it's what I thought about morning, noon and night. If you have, you should stop and consider, "Why is that?

Something I've discovered is that, when you honor a woman, you are honoring yourself. Because someday you will have regret, and the regret will last much longer than the pleasure.

In the movie best interest), you honor yourself and insure that you will have no long-lasting regrets to live with.

So you would imagine that having sex would have been completely fulfilling -- the crowning achievement in the worship of my "god." And yet, there was often a lack of fulfillment afterwards. Why is it that sex, if it's so important to me, leaves me with an empty feeling? I then concluded: "I just need more [sex], that's all." (We often think this way about stuff we hope will fulfill us, then doesn't.

For example, we get the car we've always wanted, but then it's just "okay" after awhile. There wouldn't be any "emptiness." I've found that girls often don't fully understand what's going on when it comes to sex.

Instead of realizing that a car can't really satisfy us, we usually make the error of thinking, "Well, I guess that wasn't the one will give me lasting fulfillment.") But the emptiness continued. That is, their perspective on the whole thing is very different from a guy's.

So, finally, I came to the conclusion that premarital sex wasn't all it's cracked up to be. Often a girl will justify sex by saying, "But I love him," even if she doesn't really want to go through with it. It's been said that, "Girls use sex to get love; guys use love to get sex." This is how it works: the girl is picturing marrying the guy some day; the guy is picturing everything he wants to do with the girl before he goes back to tell his buddies about it.

And while something inside her is telling her it's the right thing to do, something inside the guy is telling him just the opposite, yet he proceeds. For the physical pleasure no doubt, but also, I think, for another reason: it makes him feel like a man.

But there is a great irony in that, for what is manly about deceiving a woman?