speaking of boys…

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.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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9 Responses to speaking of boys…

  1. pisceshanna says:

    Thanks for your well wishes. I hope FWB comes your way really soon, or at least a one night stand to get you out of the drought! Its been almost a year for me, so I know how it feels. Next time you get the opportunity to be social, GO FOR IT! I would have never met Young Buck if I hadn’t schlepped myself to a party I really didn’t want to go to.

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  2. Nicole says:

    You know.. May is Masturbation Month.
    Just saying.. maybe find sooome time for yourself. 😉

    But I have to say, I like Hanna’s suggestion better!
    Go find yourself a man mama!

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  4. oldwomaninashoe says:

    In my house. I have 7 boys. (Yea, we find time somehow, we have 7 boys). One day I was in the kitchen, and he comes up behind me trying to do some sort of mating dance. I tell him, yea, how do you expect to do that? He says bathroom? I say the lock is broke. He says, tell the kids to play games and escape to our room? I say, yea, well we have two napping in our room. He says, the basement? I tell him, the 4yo. would come looking for us. He says, um, what about tonight? I say, you have to get up for work tomorrow, do you think you have time, plus, the baby is still sleeping in our room. He says, yea, you’re right, well, we could do it in the living room. I say, if we’re quiet, and the kids go to sleep on time we’ll see.

    The baby is almost 4 months old. He’ll be older in months then the times we’ve been able to do stuff since he has been born.

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