For the Love of . . . Billionaire Sex?

So there's this book out this month entitled Spousonomics: Using Economics to Master Love, Marriage, and Dirty Dishes, which sounds great to those with economics acumen, but terrifying to those who were told by their college that they would have to take remedial math before taking any math for credit based on their abysmal SAT scores. Just saying.

But the book is getting quite a lot of notice from the New York Times crowd, et al., which makes sense given it spins off the Freakonomics model, and it sounds as though it really makes sense, even to the math-impaired.

When it comes to sex, the authors say, the more it costs to have sex, the less you have (where “more it costs” equals “more time and energy spent”), and that couples who follow the model of transparency will go at it like rabbits (their words, not mine). So if couples want to get busy, they say so.

Which means, basically, that our heroes and heroines are expending the maximimum amount of energy to have the amount of sex they are having. They are not transparent; how many times has the heroine been taken totally unaware by the hero's ruthless, savage kissing? They do not have a quickie, even if both are exhausted from being on the run from meanies who are chasing them through the mountains. Instead, they pause to court danger by making long, languourous love on a nearby rock (ouch!). They don't tell each other what they're thinking, either in or out of bed, mostly because he seems to know exactly what to do, and so does she, but both are surprised at the others' sexual intuition.

In other words, no wonder so many romance novels feature billionaires. They're the only ones who can afford it.