LJ, normally I find you semi-amusing, but that one was so far removed from reality that it prompted a genuine belly laugh. You might argue that married sex is better, and I might agree with you up to a point, but to see it's miserable? Hell man, I'm 41 years, and I haven't had a miserable sexual experience yet.
You must be a man. To quote Billy Crystal--"Women need time, men just need a place."
Believe it or not, there is a deeper place for human experience than the sex organ. That's what I'm referring to. I'm not saying sexual experience without a lifelong commitment is miserable sex. I'm saying that even a rousing fireworks sexual experience doesn't touch the core of the heart. Especially if it is outside the confines of lifelong etc.
There is a saying I read somewhere, goes something like this: "After sex, even animals are sad."
It's a question of identity. I am convinced, through years of study, practice, and experience, that my identity is eternal soul; that the body is merely a vehicle, and that this can be realized - experienced, while still in the material tabernacle. The smallest, slightest experience of spiritual identity (in Sanskrit called "brahmananda") is so far greater than anything the sex organ or any other bodily pleasure has to offer that even the most extraordinary sexual experience becomes pale and more or less uninteresting in comparison.