Is it the intimacy of a toothbrush? Sex is more intimate.
And yet people seem to be willing to brush their bodies together long before they’ll brush with one another’s toothbrushes.
In the last few weeks of our engagement, I remember running an errand—and instead of taking my old-jaloppy of a car, I borrowed my soon-to-be-husband’s significantly nicer set of wheels. I dropped something off at a friend’s and she walked me out to the parking lot. “Wow,” she observed, “I’m impressed! He trusts you to drive his car!”
I was stunned. Of course he trusted me with his car. He was about to entrust his heart, his life, his pocketbook, his most vulnerable self to me. What was a car in the scheme of things?
Entrusting yourself to someone is more intimate than entrusting your car to them. And sharing your body is more intimate than sharing a toothbrush. By an order of magnitude, in my opinion.
And it makes me wonder if, after an evening of flirting and good chemistry, if handsome guy was to sidle over to delightful girl and whisper, “So, you wanna go home and share my toothbrush?” whether the response might not be a little different.
