Jan 03, 2005 19:45
So I have been thinking. Maybe I have been going about this whole sex business all wrong. There really doesn't appear to be anything special or great about going nearly a year without it. Perhaps it is time for me to live a little. Be wild and adventurous. It is 2005 afterall, and is the stigma really as bad as it used to be?
I guess the issue lies within myself. I feel as though I wouldn't be able to look at myself in the mirror everyday knowing that I had sex with someone different than I did the night before, a few nights ago, a week ago, a month ago even. It just seems so dirty to me. I've spent all my time completely cutting down people who engage in casual sex. Am I really prepared to live a life of hypocricy?
I am constantly daydreaming about it. With the waiter, a random stranger on the bus, a coworker who could only appear sexy to the most sex deprived of people. Sex is something that is always on my mind. A permanent fixture in my daily thoughts. I dream about it everynight. And masturbation certainly has lost it's charm.
I'm at an impass. Do I throw caution to the wind and become what I have always loathed? Or do I simply stand my ground knowing that eventually I will have sex again? Bleh. Being single and horny sucks.