I started this blog out of sheer frustration. All my undirected sexual energy just came out sideways and here we are. And I had the thought that I’d probably start getting dick once I came out as a spinster hag. And lo and behold! But, of course, it’s complicated. And sporadic. And way too good to pass up.
The one who is “not relationship material” (not sure if he actually thinks this or is just kindly projecting to avoid saying “you aren’t relationship material for me.”
The one who reminds me a little bit of Benedict Cumberbatch. Swoon.
And he keeps me at such arms length (when I’m not lucky enough to be at dick’s length) that I don’t even know if I would want to relationship with him. I do know I’d like to find out. But he is insanely busy. And tragically conflicted. And thankfully so captivated by my spinster hag charms that he can’t stay away…
I will gladly take what I can get. He might not be entirely emotionally available but he’s honest about it. He is kind, even when I texted him a million times. He is unbelievably sexy. And wicked smart. And I feel entirely safe sharing my body with him, which is pretty rare. It’s disturbing how many dudes will do things in bed that hurt me, and then do the same thing again despite the fact that I’ve yelped “Ow!” which is the international word for pain. He is very much a self-professed pleaser. If he’d only come please me more frequently! But I’ll take what I can get… for now. I don’t know what will happen. Maybe I’ll be crushed at some point. But getting touch, affection, amazing sex, even sporadically, makes dating way less painful. Oh, the irony.