Mehhhh
March 30, 2010
I honestly have no idea when I’m going to sleep with someone again. Hell, I don’t even know when I’ll have the chance to make out with someone again.
Sex. Why can’t I have it “for fun” like everyone else my age?
I think about it a lot. I don’t think about the actual deed as often as I should, but I obsess about how it often hurts me because I am prone to making men wait, building it up in my head and then feeling like I “gave something up.” This can’t be normal for a 24 year old non-virgin, right? Should I just test myself by having a one night stand, just to see if I’m capable of associating with sex as just sex, rather than ADSJFLASDJFLKSAFDKLF?
I actually met someone on Thursday when I was in LA on business. I have a feeling about this boy, but I can’t–we can’t! We are working together. It sucks. There was a lot of lingering around desks and harmless flirting. I can’t put my finger on him. I have a feeling that this is not the last time I’ll write about him on this blog, but I’m putting it on the shelf for now.
