This is just an experiment to see if I can generate more traffic by cravenly invoking that magic three-letter word, “sex.” I’ve already covered “God” once, but He’ll probably be back. You should never count Him out, I’ve found.

Back in the early 1990s, the good-old days of the Internet, I trolled for jobs on a Darth Vader-like Next computer in the basement of a parking lot at the University of Maryland. Most budiing sex addicts fell back on words rather than pictures to satisfy that particular monkey on their backs. I peered over at the undergrad next to me, responding to a chat posting from someone calling himself or herself “Turbocock.” I thought to myself, “Ha! I’ll never sink so low as to go looking for love in all the wrong cyberplaces.”

And then, once I graduated in 1994 and found myself out in the real world, I worked long hours by myself and wondered what good it did. In the middle of that existential dilemma, I found a site called Babe.com, and thus began an inexorable descent into a netherworld I wish I’d never encountered. That was back when my office only had one computer with Internet access, and a lot of sites didn’t load properly. Babe.com worked just fine though. Maybe that’s why I stayed late.

Rather than continue to rot my brain with thumbs of happy nudists and other people I’ll never meet or understand, I’d like to try to inject a modicum of common sense into the pursuit of pleasure. That’s why I read Sex in History. I’ve spent too long perusing Web sites that offer a version of sexual relations that, if it is realistic at all, is probably real for about .00001 percent of the general population.