Celibacy....

...sucks already. Although I have realized that this really isn't self-imposed celibacy. If I could get laid right now, I would, but then I would get obsessed and then depressed. Apparently my brain has a hard time accepting that someone would never want to see me again after sex. I mean what man in his right mind wouldn't want to have sex with me over and over? Right? Shut up brain, no seriously you and my heart just need to shut up.

Celibacy is....

..the new black. After recently hearing this, "Having sex with you made me realize how much I missed my ex", I have decided that it's celibacy for me for until I meet a nice, attractive guy who wants to take me out and spend time with me out outside of the bedroom. Sex just reminds me of how much I miss having a relationship. When I first became single I felt an overwhelming sense of relief and freedom, but now I'm just lonely. Finally for the first time in my life I get marriage. It finally makes sense to me because life is hard and living your life alone is really hard. Having someone to share those hard times with makes it just a little better. So I'm giving up my wild youth for one of moderate adulthood (let's not get too crazy).

I invite you to join me on my journey....