This could be TMI but I’m gonna go there.
I’ve had no below-the-belt action since 2018.
Now, in a way this is a good thing.
I don’t have to shave my legs.
I don’t have to wax.
I don’t even blow dry my hair anymore.
Personal maintenance is at an all-time low (although the makeup routine is strong and steady).
There’s such little action that I am considering steel knickers.
I mean, what’s the point of fancy lingerie when no one sees it?
The other day, a bouquet of flowers was delivered to my desk.
I have to admit, I got a little excited when I saw them.
Maybe a man sent them to me?
But no, it was no man.
Just a colleague.
My initial reaction reminded me of the fact that I do want to have a relationship.
Despite being pretty comfortable with my single status.
Isn’t life better with someone to love?
Of course it is.
The little (and I mean TINY) romantic in me is just waiting to love someone up.
The truculent bitch in me is saying, “So what? Who needs a man?”