I’m jealous. I need one of these. Ok, I don’t need one, but I do want one. (By the way, I hope she has a really great time with him!)
It’s been a full two years since my last “intimate encounter.” The longest completely dry spell (no flirting or dating or anything at all) since high school. I’m so busy, so tired, that I don’t think I could even fit something so… casual… into my life. But that doesn’t mean I don’t sometimes wish for… some excitement. But I don’t have any options at the moment, or atleast, none that I’m intersted in taking. Sure, if I decided to I’m sure I could snag something, but I don’t want just anything, I want Someone.
Of course, this would be much easier if there was a Someone, but there isn’t.
Years ago I would have known just exactly who to call at a time like this. But it’s now been years sense we spoke. Back then I wanted my FWB to be somthing more than that, for we were also best friends and that involvement frequently interfered with my thoughts about the other side of our relationship. But right now, just for today, I wish I could still call up and ask for a “favor.”
I keep reminding myself that “this, too, will pass.” That the hormonal state of the moment will be over soon, that I don’t need any extra BS in my life right now, that I don’t want to ruin the fresh page in my life. It’s working, but barely. OK, I’ve also lost all faith in my own judgement when it comes to men, I have no time to get involved, and I’m just not ready to but myself back on the meat market. And from my current vantage point the scene is all too much like an auction house.
Sigh. I’ll just have to use my imagination for now. Luckily I don’t even have the time to get too caught up in my own fantacies.