If she considers that his being good is primarily a matter of making her happy, and that making her happy means he must never want anyone else again or anything at all except what she wants too, then the man struggles under a great burden. The celestial beauty for whom he hoped to lasso stars and planets appears only to want a slave who will obey her house rules and assume absolute responsibility for her emotional well-being. This was not the job he applied for when he entered her temple. Her highly strung feelings tell her this is the man, the only man, the predestined mate with whom her fulfillment will be achieved.
Love makes women very superstitious.
Witches used to do most of their trade in love potions. Marriage counselors and advice columnists are supposed to provide them now. When it comes to sex, and everything else, the male's great fear is of failure, and the female's is of not being loved. For a man, sex is always to some degree an edgy performance, more ritual than romance, a sport with conscience as an indulgent referee. Recently, they have been trying to bully and shame men into thinking it would be better for them too, though the truth is it would be less demanding, enslaving, perplexing and strenuous for a healthy male to screw a thousand women in his lifetime than to try to please one, and the potential for failure would be less .