recently, i’ve been considering my growing satisfaction with my lack of love-life. it’s been over a year since i’ve had sex or any kind of physically affectionate interaction with another human being. usually, at about this point, i’d be freaking out, bemoaning my lack of monkey love and proclaiming myself doomed to eternal chastity. i just can’t seem to be upset about it, though.
when i start thinking about getting hot & sweaty with someone, i don’t get a thrill. i don’t ache for it. i don’t wriggle about in my chair wishing there was somone to pull me to my feet and take me up against the wall. ahem.
that’s not to say i still don’t have urges; but i’m happy to put my purple, vibrating appliance to the task. i don’t have to worry about whether or not he’ll get me off or if i’ll get him off. he doesn’t care what noises i make or if i shaved my legs. when i’m done, i can roll over and go to sleep. alone. i can take up the whole damn bed for myself. i will sleep deeply and peacefully in my post-orgasmic bliss, not worrying if i snore or fart during the night.
it’s odd to realize that i’m absolutely okay with not having someone to lust after, kiss or cuddle. moreso because i didn’t have to work at it, it just happened. i hope it lasts, i kind of like it.
things could be worse — you could be like me. i want sex. i NEED sex. i had a chance for rock star sex. and i said no. what the hell was i thinking???
<bangs head on table>
pssst, i leave my door unlocked. ;)
yay sex!
heehee!
hrm… you mean to say snoring and farting is wrong if you’re sleeping with someone you just did the wild whoo-whoo with?
*makes a little note*
ps: i’d pass on rockstar sex too. most of those rock and/or roll stars are old & wrinkly, don’t seem to shower much, and would probably not only smoke after the sex, but during.
I am SO with you on this, Daisy. I’m realizing that this is the first time in my life that I really don’t feel the need to seek out a Significant Other – that I’m just fine without one.
I *heart* Energizer.
Uh, Daisy? I just took a gander at Paul up there, and uh… well, I got me some fantasy material for a while. :)
mmm… should i ask him out for coffee and see if he’s as yummy in person? ;)
hm. what size is your bed? =)
Yes, ask him to coffee. NAKED coffee!!! *giggle*
no, no… clothed coffee. pauls are almost as bad as jasons for me. but, you can send me a naked picture of you to bring to coffee! how’s that work, buttercup? =)
I guess it is a bit different for guys than girls…
Oh, okay! That’s a good idea. I’ll have to find someone willing to either take the naked pictures for me, or I could just cut and paste my head onto Angelina’s body. That might work better. :)
i’m with you, heather. better to be happy enough to live without another half. i’ve just gotten to that place too. yay duracell! paul’s not my type, but i’m all over his oatmeal cookie recipe. i don’t like pauls either. the only one i like is gorgeous, but also my second cousin. *barf* oh, and paige, something tells me you wouldn’t have a hard time finding someone to photograph you naked, silly.
*raises hand*
Can I photograph you Paige?
yeah, i had just gotten to that point for the last few months, where i was completely okay being on my own – even really happy with it. it seems to always happen that once i hit that stage, i end up in another relationship. though i’m not complaining because, really, it’s nice. and i did miss the sex part. ;-)
There’s something wrong with liking your second cousin?
Damn.
that’s okay, i had a crush on my step-brother when i first met him.
your step-brother isn’t related to you. ;o)
i’m actually yummier in person…
although i don’t know about the whole naked coffee thing. boiling hot liquids + exposed genitals = possibly quite a painful scene.
okay, then what about naked jello?
i’m game only if it’s watermelon. no dice with any other artifical flavour.
deal. i’m always willing to try a new jello flavour.
HEY!!!
I want in on the Jell-O action! Besides, Daisy, you don’t eat Jell-O, do you?
Heh. I do.
Reminds me of “Real Genius” – “What about that time I found you naked with that bowl of jello?” “It was hot, and I was hungry, okay?!”
I love that movie.
who doesn’t eat jello? *tsk*
vegans don’t eat jello because it’s got gelatin in it, and that’s a meat bi-product.
I don’t eat jello because anything that moves of its own accord in my mouth is not for swallowing.
there’s vegan jello made with agar agar… are you vegan, paul? *taking notes for paige*
naw, i’ve just oddly enough dated a few of them (damn sand-wearing, patooli-smelling treehuggers!).
i don’t eat red meat though.
good, neither do i. and i can’t stand patchouli. *sneeze*
Damn you! Damn you all! I wish I could be just satisfied with my five-fingered friend but, no!, I need more! To hell with waking up alone, I want all night, nay, all weekend sex! All sex, all the time! Alas, it is not to be, my conscience dictates that I must wait for more than Guido, the hairy man at the bar who says yes to anybody (but hey, don’t worry, who said anything about marriage?).
*sigh* she had to say “all weekend sex.” *whine*
Ah, Goddess doesn’t eat jello! That’s right. I eat jello. I lick jello. I don’t eat meat, as of two weeks ago, but I don’t wear patchouli. I don’t hug trees, and I don’t wear sand.
How does one wear sand, anyway?
errr…sandal. yeah.
tina, you sound like an advertizement for a pr0n tv station: “all night, nay, all weekend sex! all sex, all the time!”.
ps: i’ve not forgot about kicking your ass when you get back to this continent (hehe, it’s so much fun making our idle threats to each other on other ppl’s sites!).
Paul, just give up. You will never ever be able to kick my ass. Now shut up, or I’m going to have to take you over my knee and give you a good spanking.
sweet! promise?