*sigh*
So I want to enjoy being single again and by that I mean I want to try out different penises to see which one I like the best. The old one was great - satisfying, comforting, sizeable. The sample from the 21 year old (christ, I'm terrible) was HUGELY satisfying if he would have just shut the FUCK up. The hey, remember me one I would have liked more time with because yes, I DO remember you. And now I'm sitting here, in the burbs, surrounded by ageing men with complexes and shitty golf scores wondering where in the hell am I going to find someone to just play around with? Everyone is posturing, posing, flaunting, preening. I don't want any of that. I want to say hi, you're cute, I'm in the market for dick. Can I check yours out? Is that so terrible?
I thought at first that I wanted another relationship. I missed all the sweet things - sleeping next to someone every night, sharing the shower, laughing at each other, kissing. But I don't miss the constant pressure to be sure he's happy and his world is at rights at the expense of my happiness and my world. I'm feeling quite selfish right now. I don't want another relationship. Not yet. Not for a minute. I want to try on men like so many outfits and see which one I want to keep. Things are not looking good.
Random stranger sex sounds terrible. It sounds dirty and forbidden and naughty. Jesus, I'm talking myself into it.
Question: exactly why am I still shaving my legs every day???
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