Sweet music

So we started a little discussion on my previous post, about musicians, and the general conclusion that they make better lovers.

Let’s look at the evidence:  William is by far the best lover I’ve had (more on that another day) and he plays several instruments.  Barry, although morally bankrupt, I have to admit was pretty hot in bed.  The rest on my ‘list’ did not play instruments, and, well….they were lacking, certainly compared to the top two.

Why is this?  What is it about playing music makes you a better lover?  

Now, I’m sure that just because you pick up a guitar and play a few notes does not instantly make you a God in bed.  So I hypothesise that as you practise your music playing and improve, you improve in bed.  So perhaps it’s the sheer fact that you’ve put your mind to getting you music to perfection.  Practise makes perfect, after all.

So maybe said musician applies the same dedication and willingness to perfect their lovemaking in bed (or wherever you decide to ‘get it on’): from what I’ve noticed, in general they are more attentive, and put your pleasure before their own (although every man should do this, surely?).

Or maybe it’s the fact they are more in tune with their emotions:  music stirs the soul, songs can remind you of certain parts of your life, good and bad, which can bring up memories and the emotions that are associated with them.  Maybe, although i do not think this is a reasonable conclusion: musicians can be unfeeling as well.

So to be quite honest, I don’t have a definitive answer.  All I know is *my* musician is definitely the best lover.