There’s an ongoing local event at this coffee shop called soul school. I have always wanted to go and if my date backs out I will go to that instead.
Hear something interesting, maybe learn something new and at the very least be with like minded people. If the date is short I may still pop by.
This guy I’m going out with today is a chef and he said for our second date, if there is to be one, he will cook for me. I have never had a partner that cooked well or even liked to cook. It always fell on me, which is fine because I like to cook. But I’ve always felt cooking together would be so much fun. And I’ve never had that; so that would be a treat.
It’s getting really hard having guys send me dick pictures and talking about experiences and what we want and need sexually. It’s like talking about food all day when you’re fasting. It’s a form of torture…it really is. And to have guys be like “come over now”, “let’s fuck”, “let me make you squirt”.
I’m sure to most women this is a turn off. And of course I’m not gonna do that sort of thing because, again, one night stands and casual sex do absolutely nothing for me. But it does rev my engine and I think I’m going to need to start taking cold showers or something. Ugghhh
Sexual frustration is the worst because, in my mind, that should be an easy fix. There is no reason sex is so hard to get in this world. It’s a need, like food and love. And I stand by that statement unequivocally.
I still occasionally think about how cool it would be to open up a storefront to help people enjoy sex more, enjoy their own bodies, explore their sexuality in a safe space of no judgement, but some guidance. Sex is meant to add joy to our lives, to help us connect to ourselves, each other, even God.
But I know these are not necessarily most people’s interpretation and experience of sex. Which is so sad to me….so very sad.
Hope you’re having a lovely day.