Going Without
April 11th, 2008For whatever reason, today it dawned on me that I am having what I would classify as an “Extreme” dry spell. Extremely extreme. So extreme, I might actually have regrown the cherry, as it were.
I made a decision a few years ago not to date until Joey had graduated from high school and was out of the house more than he was in it. A decision I don’t regret, but now I’m thinking I should have given that decision a bit more consideration. Like all things in my life, I made and “all or nothing” decision based on feelings. Oh well, too late to change it now.
Anyway, back to the point of the post. Like I said, for whatever reason, today I considered how long it had actually been since I’ve had sex. With another person in the room. And the actual length of time is depressing. I mean, self gratification is all well and good, and I highly encourage it on a regular basis to all, but it only goes so far.
So today, I said to myself “Self, you have got to start thinking about getting on that horse again.” And myself was right. I do have to start thinking about it. But then I thought “Self, you look like shit. No one is going to have sex with you looking like this.” And again, myself was right. Because as much as guys like to have sex, and as much as I like to have sex, there are some things that take precedence over desire. Like not having the muffin top. Or back fat. Back fat is decidedly un-sexy. So as of now I’m doing everything I can to get as Victoria’s Secret ready for whoever will be my next victim partner.
I have 2.5 years until Joey graduates from high school. I know I can get into shape in that amount of time…but then I have to start thinking about getting out there again, and that’s scary. Really scary. I’m wary of online dating. Not a drinker or smoker, so that leaves bars out. Ugh. This meeting people will take some serious thought.
So while I’m thinking, tell me…what’s the longest you’ve gone without?
