So I feel a bit like changing things up...and have started a new blog to go along with the new year...visit me sometime at pennyscontemplations.blogspot.com.

Cheers!

ND

 

Sexless I may be, but today I can no longer blame my lack of action on my wardrobe. Smiles....It's been so long since I bought anything new, I didn't think I'd remember how - thankfully (or not) racking up credit card bills is much like riding a bicycle...let's turn this into a positive: I was boosting our national economy. During my shopping trip, I recognized 3 people - all from work - and amazingly, I didn't freak out and run the other way to avoid being told I'm a lesi or too serious and unbearably quiet...Nope, I made small talk like a semi-normal human being (although I was a little awkward, I was no more than one of them who starred blankly at my attempt at wit and then had me repeat myself....jokes aren't funny when repeated 3 times then explained). All in all an incredibly satisfying day.

Well, it's been a month that I've been spending my weekdays in Chicago in order to work (I have a job now...Before that I was applying for work) and going back to D-town on the weekends to pack and work my final weeks at the restaurant. I couldn't be happier...
With my improved moods, I also have a much increased sex drive. It's spring - I'm getting fit and wearing things I really never thought I could make work in a classy way before...and I'm feeling somewhat like a catch (at least more than I ever have before - and fret not, it's mostly because of things that are changing for me mentally/emotionally...not everything is physical). This is the change I've been needing for the past few years.
Sadly not everything happens at once. I do have the amazing apartment, the job, some actual friends, the clothes, the shoes (well almost - no Christian Louboutins yet, but soon)...I have essentially everything that I can think of that's on my immediate wish list except for one thing. SEX! Not to complain or make it seem like I'm less grateful for anything else that I've had the chance to gain, but I really do want it and wont be entirely satisfied either until my drive slows or I get laid.
Now, a lot of women my age and slightly older are just searching for The One which I think is a waste of valuable youth and excitement (and also a load of complete and total bullshit - but I'm not going to go any further with this today), all I want is Mr or Ms Right now. I think I want to chronicle my search for that one fuck that will make my present existence complete. Once I've found it....I'll start a new weekly, but until then I will be the Carrie Bradshaw of Sexless....(P.S. The new movie drove me insane. The clothes were absolutely fabulous, but the script was all too predictable and I felt like it was a waste of perfectly good Friday night).
I promise one day soon to write something of consequence, but I'm feeling challenged artistically and mentally without release - some of the most celebrated pieces of art were inspired by sensuality so don't judge....and before anyone says that I should take a trip to the nearest feminist sex shop and buy a friend to rid me of my mania (I love the history of vibes), you should know I've been there, bought it out (almost literally), wrote the book, and now I want something or (someone) else. Otherwise I'm open to suggestions and prostitution is not below me.
Smiles
ND