I didn't want any sex before 18. When I was a student, I lived with my parents, which was a bit of a problem. I also wanted to finish my studies, which also proved to be a problem. After 25, nobody wanted to f*ck me any more, because nobody else had done it.
Round in circles.
It's not that I'm "saving" it for marriage or something, or that I don't get out much. It's just not happening.
Men do flirt me, which means I'm not that ugly, but either they don't go on or they do but stop when they realize they are indeed the first to break me. And I kind of stopped flirting, because it's not worth taking the trouble and have them run away with silly excuses when I tell them. Or when they figure out by themselves, just before they take me to bed.
At 32, you start thinking you should get married just to have some sex, which is not a good idea.
Doing it just to do it it's not a good idea, too.
Anyway, this is a problem only when I want to flirt or when I want to say "no", but the rest of my life is quite normal. The rest that remains after working hours, that is.
Ok, I could find some drunk man and drag him in my sheets, or pay someone to give my p*ssy some fun at last, but that's not the point. It must have to do with feeling something and there's also some pretty dangerous men out there. Why end up sliced in a plastic bag, for example? I'm not going to open my legs in a bar and say "Someone please break me! I'm desperate down here!"
It's not that I'm a prude or something. Sometimes I think people don't know what they want.
You've had many lovers? You're a slut. You've had none? You're frigid.
Make up your mind, folks!
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Wednesday, April 16, 2008
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