Well, first and foremost I want to thank God for everything. All things great and small. Even this month's make believe, cuddle friendly, nice to look at, great in bed, emotionally available, semi-perfect future "baby daddy".
Speaking from the realm of the not yet realized but frequently fantasized about, I've done pretty well for myself. I'm happily married, gainfully employed and living the dream (literally). Like a prayer, every night, in my mind the man of my dreams takes me in his arms with the promise of a forever love that soothes my restless hormones. Night after night of wedded bliss is what I envision. Because that is what it's like to be married...right? Married people are happier, healthier and having lots and lots of sex...right? Probably not...
Besides the loneliness and the lack of sex, single life isn't so bad. I mean, I have my own place and no drama. I'm done giving it away. I stopped having vaginal intercourse 17 months ago, for religious reasons. I also did it to maintain my sanity. Who would have thought giving it away would bring me so close to crazy? My vagina has feelings, too. Today it just happens to be feeling very lonely. At least it's disease free and without illegitimate child.
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