Three years. It’s
been three years since I have written a post here. I think one of the biggest
reasons is the fear that the men and women will recognize who I am writing
about, and despite changing names and places, they will be insulted. My friendships are worth more than exposure
to a low-traffic blog somewhere in hyperspace.
Do people even use the word hyperspace anymore? Sounds so 90s. So what has happened in three years. My son graduated from high school and entered
the army. He no longer needs
babysitters. As a matter of fact, he
babysits other children himself.
In the year he lived away from home, you would think I would
have had a boyfriend. Someone I could
hold tight and keep me warm at night.
But that was not the case.
A few flings, or dalliances, as one psychic woman in Colorado predicted
would happen. No great love, but perhaps
a growing self love.
I have learned to dance salsa. I learned to love myself more. I learned to be happy without having to have
a boyfriend.
I learned that casual sex is not such a terrible thing if
the alternative is celibacy for more than a year.
I’ve learned that sometimes you just don’t have time for a
boyfriend.
But I’ve also learned to live your dreams TODAY. I traveled for two months when I had a
chance.
There were times of a lot of sex. And there were times of no sex.
But most of all there were friends and family. Loving friends who stood by me when I was
sick and when I was flying high, and not on drugs.
I’ve got loads of stories…of two friends dating the same guy
and not knowing about it until later, younger men, open marriages, marriages
without sex and so many more, but I can’t really tell them here.
So, where will I take this blog?
This writer will continue not to write about no sex until
she finds a solution.
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