Around two months ago I decided that I was going celibate for a while. I'd just slept with a friend and it was awful; not least because we had talked before we had sex how important it was that sex wouldn't change anything, that we would still be friends afterwards. And that is exactly what didn't happen. We haven't spoken to each other face-to-face since it happened; we text each other occasionally but apart from that nothing. I will probably write more about this event at a later time but all I will say for now is that afterwards I made a decision: no more sex. That is, no more "casual" sex (is sex really ever casual? I mean yeah you can sleep with a person that you barely know, that you will never see again etc but you still have to worry about contraception, STI's, etc.) In any case, I am not having sex again until I'm in a relationship. Grrrr, it's quite difficult sometimes though! I'm sure I'm not the only person whose experienced the feeling of just wanting to have a good dose of fantastic, mindblowing sex, of just wanting to get laid?
Honestly, this whole celibacy thing is partly why I've started running. I love the feeling I get after running- being ridiculously happy and out of breath and pleasantly tired. Kind of like how ya feel after good sex. I figure endorphins are endorphins, and I could do with some right now!
Three songs I shouldn't be listening to..there's a common theme to all of them!
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