I find myself wondering what Dr. Egypt is up to. A lot.
I don't know why I miss him. Maybe because we parted on nice terms. And because he was so lovely, funny and worldly. He was a man's man. And he adored me. (well as best as he could adore anyone).
And The Boy for Sex started sleeping with someone else. So he will no longer be *MY* Boy for Sex. He had told me that he really still wanted to be my friend and hang out, but that while the sex was fun, the fact that I was getting too "attach-ey" was not. Mmmkay. Keep flattering yourself and your head will explode.
Then he feels the need to tell me that he slept with someone else. Because we had an agreement. I was like.. um, no. You said you didn't want to sleep with me anymore, ergo the agreement is null and void. And since you won't be spending any more time between MY legs, your obligation to inform me is also null and void. Sorry, while I may have some self esteem issues from time to time, I have never felt that desperate to beg someone to fuck me. I'd rather go without. Infinity.
Between work, raising my Zoe, and my fitness training, I don't have time to find another guy, nor do I really want to at this point. I have come to the realization that men come in these varieties:
a) Big time perverts. Like too freaky for words. When they tell you they want to watch you fuck another man or use buttplugs, nipple clamps or other various sexual implements *before* you even meet them ... well it's offputting to say the least.
b) Boring. Ok. Yeah. I truly like nice guys. But you have to be at least a little bit sexy to hang with me. Make a move. Be a man about it. Grow some balls. And put down the Star Wars action figures long enough to kiss me.
c) Assholes. Generally my first impression of you is always right on the money. Some assholes are dead sexy, but they aren't worth the trouble.
d) Married. All the good/sexy men in my life are married.
e) Have fucked/kissed or otherwise engaged in some time of pre-fornication or fornication with someone I know or someone I think is skanky. Sorry. Me no likey to eatey at the venereal buffet (thanks to Candyfloss for that perfect description)
f) Live in BFE. Or another country or city too far to be practical to date much less have sex with.
g) Some version of the above, or basically just aren't attracted to my special form of cute. Which is ok.
So here is my declaration of celibacy for the next 1934081230 years.
Infinity.
Posted by debutaunt at July 19, 2005 11:03 AM