Now is my time.. I can feel it. It's as Pocahontas would put it, "just around the river-bend" I am not desperate or anything, if I really wanted to get laid, or as a lady would put it, "watch a movie" with someone, I could. I'm just over the casualness-empty feelings of a sober morning-regret. Now don't hold me to this on a drunken Saturday night come 2:30am. I understand that this blog post is a bit uncomfortable to talk about.. but clearly, I'm inappropriate, but isn't that why you're reading this and love me? Here is some real quick footnotes about my life. My Mom, who drives me ape-shit is a nurse at a middle school in my home town. She knows all my friends and all the kids who hate me. She, at one time was the Sex-Ed teacher. She took that knowledge along with some bullshit "subliminal" parenting guide she once picked up to drill safe sex into my brain from the age of 9. Yes, NINE. I didn't have the Birds and the Bees talk, I had diagrams and National Geographic. I was never taught that sex was a taboo subject or wrong, or was sacred and reserved for marriage (though it was encouraged). Not that I'm in any way blaming my mother, in fact, quite the opposite. I loved it, except when she would drop my friends and I off at the bowling alley at the age of 13 and say "remember girls, Wrap it UP!" I wish I was kidding. I think that I have way less issues than some people, when it comes to sex, intimacy, communication etc because of how open my Mom and I are about sex. For that, I am thankful, because let's face it - sex is fun.
So with that knowledge, I can't help myself but stare at couples who are clearly having lots of sex, because they are so lovey dovey and gross, PDA'ing it up all over Austin. Just mocking me. Teasing. Rubbing it in. Bastards. I people-watch, now I've turned that sport into couple-watching. I catch myself wondering how often they have sex. This is ridiculous, I'm aware. But those assholes have the greatest release of frustration and well, I'm frustrated. These feelings coupled with 50 shades of Grey, 7 days of sex on TLC, and anxiously awaiting thew new season of True Blood...does not make for a pleasant summer.
To be clear, it's not just the act of sex that I miss. It's the intimacy, the mutual respect for one another in a relationship, the eagerness to please each-other. It is the simple fact that you love them or at least, care enough to want to please them.I want that again. I NEED that. So if you are currently in a relationship, and you are those couples, fuck you. No really, treasure it. Be the best version of yourself and let the petty things go, because those sexually-frustrated and single as fuck people like me.. are hanging back in the shadows.. waiting for you to slip up and snag the person you took for granted. Mwuahaha.
6 comments:
UGH! Damn 50 Shades of Grey! I think it might just have ruined my marriage! I want a Christian Grey for myself ;)
Saundra, Girl.. tell me about it. You need to watch 7 days of sex. It literally saves marriages. just having sex everyday for 7 days. It will blow your mind.
Truthful.. honest... and clever.
weeee thanks ALLISON! hahaha
I remember the bowling alley drop offs!! Lmao!! We will find what were looking for Sam, and then we'll be planning bridal showers, bachelorette parties (or not, cuz knowing us, we will no longer be engaged the next morning, baahahaha!!) And be standing in each others weddings as bridesmaids. It'll come. Glad I'm not the only one feeling like this.
Luv, Jen
Oh Jen,
I'm so glad you remember. I was thinking of one time specifically when my mom said that. It is burned into my memory. And yes, bachelorette parties are dangerous for our kind. But alas, we MUST have them. Thanks.. and girl, not the only one by far. You're right. Hopefully it will come, until then.. i'll continue reading 50 shades of grey and creeping on couples wondering how often they have sex. no big deal.
love ya.
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