I don’t have much spontaneous sex; the sex I have is usually planned. Scheduled, even. While guys just change their T-shirt and they’re ready to go, I have to endure an entire prep-for-sex checklist. Isn’t it infuriating? Oh, the trials and tribulations of being female. When the prospect of sex comes around, I try my best to set a date to do it. If that doesn’t work, I have to rely on my sexual premonitions. My psychic abilities tend to be correct about 70 percent of the time. I just enjoy sex more when I am prepared. If I don’t know I’ll be getting laid, I’ll eat more or less what I want, work out somewhat minimally and find myself totally ill prepared for the encounter. When sex is planned I’m like, “Oh my God! I am having sex next Saturday night! Starting tomorrow is sex-prep week!” Click through for my tried and true “Sex In 7 Days” regimen.