The other day someone said to me-
“You’re just anti sex”
ME?
The man who is two years no sex and working off my buzz from lunch time?
How dare you.
It wasn’t until my evening smoke that I actually thought about.
Couldn’t resist being funny, sue me.
But actually, I did end up thinking about it later and I thought, you know what maybe I am a little anti sex and can you blame me?
What solidified that idea for me was I thought- would I rather be in a room of 100 stoned men or one man who wanted to have sex with me.
Other than the higher likelihood of me getting a real score in the room of 100 men, I also wouldn’t have to be procured.
That’s how dating is feeling for me in my early 20s.
Like I’ve listed myself on vinted as ‘pre loved’.
I did give dating a real good go but somewhere in between finishing scabbies treatment and meeting my exes child I became a little bit indifferent to the male condition.
Not even the male condition maybe just men in my proximity.
Since that time I have made good friends with men and for me, that is all she wrote.
So you know what, yeah maybe it comes across as though I am anti sex but actually,
I am not anti release.
I am not anti love.
I love love.
I am more anti procurement, I am anti finding out favourite colours and where you went to school.
Over time I have grown weary of the rat race, of the constant highs and lows.
So maybe for now I will settle with a high that is a little more predictable.
A little more relaxing.
A little more green?
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