Brrrrrr
Perhaps my goosebumps are forming and my teeth are chattering ’cause it’s fucking frigid in the apartment (ok, so I’m in flannel boxers and a cute little short-sleeve top — not my warmest bedtime ensemble), but I just had a cold realization. While I am one of the happier singles you’ll ever meet, there are nights like tonight when it would be wonderful to have someone with whom to curl up (not to fuck, for once, just to hold — oh god, those are my ovaries speaking!!!). Look, I am a firm believer in the fact that each individual person has to bring 100 percent of him or herself to a relationship (no co-dependency here, no 50/50 bullshit), but while emotional co-dependence is, of course, a big no-no for me, there are nights like tonight in which a little physical intermingling would be most welcome. Independence has become an altogether too familiar entity to me, and it makes a shitty bedfellow sometimes. 🙂
Perhaps it is hell freezing over — why I’m so cold — for the fact that for the first time in my life, I am admitting that I might just need someone. Bleah. It’s just so damn difficult to curl up with a dildo at night — I’d prefer a life-size dildo that can wrap its arms around me until I fall asleep. 🙂