I’m listening. . .

michelleSomeone asked me to spend the night.

I’d been complaining about driving all the way home only to have him ask me to turn around and go all the way back to visit him.

It was his last night in the Bay Area.

We’d originally scheduled a date however my mom was having a meltdown over my eldest son threatening to quit his job. And my younger son was upset that the bunny he tried to save from being murdered by our cat had died.

So I cancelled my date with him.

I arrived home only to discover that everyone was gone. My boys were at their dad’s house and my mom was nowhere to be found.

So I texted him with my frustrations.

“Come over to the hotel,” he urged.

I just got home, I told him. I’d like to see you but I hate driving all the way home then driving back.

“Then stay until morning. . .”

Uh, no.


I have come to the conclusion that I’m either very discerning about who I spend the night with (aka have sex) or I’m lousy at bedding new lovers. Because I’m definitely not frigid.

I’ve used all of the following excuses to get out of having sex with someone:

  • My kids need me home.
  • I have my period.
  • I need to take a shower.
  • I’m really tired.
  • I’ve got a boyfriend.
  • Big dicks freak me out.
  • And so on. . .

The truth of the matter is I just simply don’t want to for a variety of reasons but I don’t know how to express it.

There’s pretty much nothing that can keep me from boinking if that’s what I truly desire.

But I seldom meet people who create that desire in me, and when I do, they’re usually not into me.

So here’s my question: Do I need to just bite the bullet and give in to casual sex with someone I’m not that into, or do I stay strong and wait until I’m truly moved to do so?

I’m listening. . .

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