For that matter, I don't fit into the "women like this..." description either. I am much less about emotion and making love. The physical animalistic side of sex is fine with me. The emotion, for me, comes afterwards.
In fact, the oxytocin that floods my body inevitably causes me to start intensely missing my kids. I could not count how many times I say "I miss my girls" immediately following sex. It has become a joke. Then that hormonal rush starts to fade and I'm left with (finally) the warm fuzzies for H.
