Inquiring minds want to know. . .

It’s been hard work blogging lately.

Inspiration is hard to come by.

There’s only so much I can write about dates, men, and my activities.

Clearly, I need to get out and do more because this just isn’t cutting it.

I even have a tickler file I keep to help me find inspiration when inspiration is lacking and that’s doing nothing for me.

Personally, I think it’s lack of sex that’s zapping my creativity.

When I’m turned on, I write better.

When I’m drunk, I write better (I edit sober, however).

When I’m stoned, I write better.

Does that mean I should crossfade while having sex?

Well, I’d like to think so, but sadly that is not the case.

I’ve sworn to not jump into bed with any man and so even the new guy has to wait.

And it’s killing me.

I like to sample the goods, you know.

And yes, of course I need to know what kind of person he is:

  • Whether or not he gives up his seat to the elderly on a crowded bus.
  • If he will help out a friend with a flat tire on the side of the road.
  • Whether he’s generous and volunteers his time and talent for worthy causes.

So there’s a lot of IMPORTANT SHIT to get to know about the new guy.

But also, I’m curious about his lovemaking skills.

Is that so wrong?

Well color me guilty if it is.

Inquiring minds want to know. . .