"Staying home alone on a Friday- Flat on the floor
looking back- On old love- Or lack thereof- After all the crushes are
faded- And all my wishful thinking was wrong- I'm jaded- I hate it."
I'm
single... This should come as no suprise to you. What can I say I'm
picky. And even sometimes I admit my standards are too high, because
I'm quite literally imagining Prince charming to come to my 20th centry
castle and rescue me. Who am I kidding?
It comes and it goes. My status quo man-hater face changes based on
my circumstances. At times you'll think you've never met a stronger
woman- shooting down advanes, bravely facing challanges, standing tall
like that built independant woman wise beyond her years... And at other
times I can become just another drunk girl at the bar, kissing boys in
dark corners who don't have two shits about me.
Tragically- This
was what I had been calling a life. So as the roman catholic holiday of
Lent approached, I decided to give up sex. Which includes, but not
limted to penatrative, oral, or mastibatory forms of sex. No Fucking,
No Sucking, No Licking, No Poking, No Rubbing, No Titty Grabbing, No
Eating, No Groping, No Touching...And No Kissing.
It was then that I
realized I gave up sex months ago. 40 days is merely 1/6 of the time I
had already spent practicing chastity... sorta.
But I am not a Roman Catholic... and upon further research I decided
this tradition was not for me- I guess I wanted to have my cake and eat
it too. ha ha.
I'd love to say I've done this because I'm extreemly
religious... but that would be a lie. I'm on strike- And I've been on
strike for over 6 months now. Hmmmm.... Sometimes I wonder if I learned
anything from Greg at all... Or was that just at which point I became
frigid
[this is good] Quite right! I like your thought. I suggest to fix a theme.
Posted by: Henry Mckinney | 05/24/2010 at 01:32 AM