Return to the Glory Days
In recent months, I have become quite the celibate nun. Honestly, I didn't have sex for two whole months (this is a record).
After seven years of monogamy, I emerged on the singles scene at the age of 23 wondering what on earth was 'out there' (and believe me I've seen some 'interesting' sights since).
One serious relationship... multiple one night stands... various random flings... a period of celibacy was due. But I'm afraid that human nature fights restraint.
As Tigerpants said tonight: "The glory days are back."
I see no glory in those days. There was a point when, like Sebastian in Cruel Intentions, I actually prided myself on the conquests I'd made and the people I'd reeled in and spat out. Not anymore. I suppose I just grew tired of the whole game.
And I am tired of it. Seriously tired. Physically and mentally exhausted by it. I honestly can't be bothered to play.
But (in the name of Jesus Christ!) I will not settle for someone who bores me senseless with an inability to practise the art of indirect speech when recounting their day's activities. I will not settle for someone whose response to "I like leather" is a red face and a look of sheer disgust.
Therefore, I see whoring as the only option until either I find someone who meets my overly stringent criteria, and is willing to talk about the moon, or I burn out and realise that my ship has sailed due to being old and grey with saggy tits and a lower region that resembles a run-over hedgehog.
After seven years of monogamy, I emerged on the singles scene at the age of 23 wondering what on earth was 'out there' (and believe me I've seen some 'interesting' sights since).
One serious relationship... multiple one night stands... various random flings... a period of celibacy was due. But I'm afraid that human nature fights restraint.
As Tigerpants said tonight: "The glory days are back."
I see no glory in those days. There was a point when, like Sebastian in Cruel Intentions, I actually prided myself on the conquests I'd made and the people I'd reeled in and spat out. Not anymore. I suppose I just grew tired of the whole game.
And I am tired of it. Seriously tired. Physically and mentally exhausted by it. I honestly can't be bothered to play.
But (in the name of Jesus Christ!) I will not settle for someone who bores me senseless with an inability to practise the art of indirect speech when recounting their day's activities. I will not settle for someone whose response to "I like leather" is a red face and a look of sheer disgust.
Therefore, I see whoring as the only option until either I find someone who meets my overly stringent criteria, and is willing to talk about the moon, or I burn out and realise that my ship has sailed due to being old and grey with saggy tits and a lower region that resembles a run-over hedgehog.
posted by A Girl Like Me | 10:13 pm
While I can only assume how awful it must have been for you to be celibate for two whole months, I can easily say that being celibate for 3 years is considerably... different.
I don't regret my time away from the cock, not at all and I definitely can't say that now that I do sex ALL THE FUCKING TIME, that these aren't always the glory days. The sex is wonderful, but everything else is much more grand.
Sex is great, whoring yourself however? Only bleach-blonde bimbos do such things. Perhaps you should try to realise that men that speak about things that range from the moon and back only exist in your hugh grant films, or in my case, are my boyfriend.
And what else? Please stop using random bold text in and out of your paragraphs. It's annoying the fuck out of me. I'm a graphic designer you see, and learned early on that bolding text usually lessens the point and makes you look like more of a cunt.
kisses.
I'm not a web designer and don't propose to have any taste in the whole emboldening game.
Enid perhaps you'd like to recount some of your own experience for others' critique?