Sex. I love it. You love it. We all love getting down and dirty with someone special. However, I'm going through a drought. I haven't known a man in six months. That's not good. I'm too old not to have regular relations, but it's inevitable since I'm not married and I'm not in a significant relationship.
When I finally got out of the Interesting Distraction situation, I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't distribute my goodies to anyone who didn't understand the goodness of me. I'm tired of making someone else feel good only to end up feeling bad about myself because I've allowed them to diminish me.
When Granny died, I decided that I didn't want to relate to anyone in my naked time because I didn't want her to see me. As far as I'm concerned, she's in Heaven watching over me. The last thing I want to subject her to is porn. Before you decide to call the nice young men in the clean white coats for me, I know it's a little strange, but when you're deep in the delusion of bereavement, it makes perfect sense.
Now that Granny's been gone for two months, I'm feeling a little frisky. I guess with everything I've been through, I have a lot of tension I need to release. Even though working out could probably do the trick, I want some intimate attention in the process.
There's only one problem -- I don't have anyone with whom to make magic. While Interesting Distraction probably wants to get in again -- as evidenced by his recent call -- that's not going to happen. I still haven't shared how our relationship ended, but let's just say that his corner of Memory Lane won't be visited anytime soon.
I've been with other men in California, but the experiences left me longing for my boys in New York. I miss them so much. The guys on the East Coast made me feel sexy, vibrant, and alive. They made me feel beautiful when I was as big as a house, and I'll always love them for that. At a time like this, a girl really needs some sincere affirmation and attention from someone who appreciates her for who she is.
While I don't want to categorize all the men in California, the ones I've come across so far just haven't been able to do anything for me because they were so into themselves. The first guy I dealt with had a great time with me, but I couldn't say the same because of his shortcoming. As I've mentioned, ID had medical and mental issues that he wasn't able to deal with, and another guy had all the right equipment, but his drug use and extreme stupidity made it impossible for me to take him seriously. As for the other brothers I've met, they've had a variety of issues from homelessness to absolute ignorance about women.
With all that being said, I'm just going to have to wait for Mister Wonderful to stroll into my life. In the meantime, I'll be working on myself so I'm ready to accept him when he gets here.
When I finally got out of the Interesting Distraction situation, I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't distribute my goodies to anyone who didn't understand the goodness of me. I'm tired of making someone else feel good only to end up feeling bad about myself because I've allowed them to diminish me.
When Granny died, I decided that I didn't want to relate to anyone in my naked time because I didn't want her to see me. As far as I'm concerned, she's in Heaven watching over me. The last thing I want to subject her to is porn. Before you decide to call the nice young men in the clean white coats for me, I know it's a little strange, but when you're deep in the delusion of bereavement, it makes perfect sense.
Now that Granny's been gone for two months, I'm feeling a little frisky. I guess with everything I've been through, I have a lot of tension I need to release. Even though working out could probably do the trick, I want some intimate attention in the process.
There's only one problem -- I don't have anyone with whom to make magic. While Interesting Distraction probably wants to get in again -- as evidenced by his recent call -- that's not going to happen. I still haven't shared how our relationship ended, but let's just say that his corner of Memory Lane won't be visited anytime soon.
I've been with other men in California, but the experiences left me longing for my boys in New York. I miss them so much. The guys on the East Coast made me feel sexy, vibrant, and alive. They made me feel beautiful when I was as big as a house, and I'll always love them for that. At a time like this, a girl really needs some sincere affirmation and attention from someone who appreciates her for who she is.
While I don't want to categorize all the men in California, the ones I've come across so far just haven't been able to do anything for me because they were so into themselves. The first guy I dealt with had a great time with me, but I couldn't say the same because of his shortcoming. As I've mentioned, ID had medical and mental issues that he wasn't able to deal with, and another guy had all the right equipment, but his drug use and extreme stupidity made it impossible for me to take him seriously. As for the other brothers I've met, they've had a variety of issues from homelessness to absolute ignorance about women.
With all that being said, I'm just going to have to wait for Mister Wonderful to stroll into my life. In the meantime, I'll be working on myself so I'm ready to accept him when he gets here.
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