It’s not what you’re thinking.
I’m not going to tell another story about some guy’s tacky advances on Tinder.
Or mention again that I got ghosted by the last guy I dated.
Instead I’m going to share with you that I got a little action last weekend.
It’s been months since that happened and I was happy to break my abstinence streak, or so I thought.
Turns out, when you haven’t done the deed for a while, things down there aren’t as robust as they normally are.
And vigorous activity can lead to some discomfort.
I spent the night at a friend’s house.
I’m not one to turn down ANOTHER romp in the hay but let me tell you, it is possible to DO IT TOO MUCH.
And then you have to stop.
Briefly, I thought, “Well, MAYBE I can sneak in another session without my nethers screaming too loudly at me that it hurts. . . “
But no, I must inform you that there are times in a woman’s life when her vagina must exert dominance over her libido with a loud and resounding, “NOPE!”