“Fly me to the Moon” by Sinatra. Such a good song. I’m guessing it stemmed from my last post, but it’s obviously deeper than that.
I don’t like to think in absolutes. I don’t like to deprive myself of joy. There are justified reasons for some deprivation. Not eating too many sweats and fast food because I don’t want to send the scale ticking upwards is just good reasoning. Not to mention it isn’t good for you.
But in moderation it can add joy and comfort to ones life. And abstaining can be incredibly tedious; especially in social situations. Who doesn’t like birthday cake?
And I have the same feelings about sex, love and companionship. I could deprive myself but why? I think instead I’ll plod along trying to find someone compatible to spend time with. I have no time frame or preconceived notions of who that will be, what they will look like or what our sex will entail.
I’m open to the possibilities. When I know I’ll know. And I’m in no hurry. I have a lot going on. I also just got tested and cleared of all STD’s this week.
I made this meme about my current situation. As close as I’ll ever be to a virgin again. Lol
So who knows? I’m just going moment by moment, day by day. But I know what I want: great sex, fun company, real intimacy, true friendship. And at this point I’m not willing to settle for less.