Is't it weird how even with sex, the process/journey is more fun than the end result

Like, an orgasm is the goal but right after it, your rose colored glasses come off and you realize that the process was more fun than the end result

Mini confession : I'm ovulating and I've been thinking about my ex. To get rid of those thoughts, I watched a few videos, got a toy... , the orgasms still weren't so great. I ended up fantasizing about doing things with him and another man, had a great orgasm, I feel like I've been thoroughly F ed. Now I'm not thinking of him as much (mission accomplished) but yeah, the process was more fun than the orgasm itself