Living at home will kill your sex life.
My mother kept talking about how this was "our" house.
I said, "No. No house I can't get laid in is my house."
She thought that was funny.
I'm glad she did.
I had a sex life when I was living on my own. A good one too. I had inadvertently become a one man woman, but I liked him and the sex was good so I wasn't complaining. We were sexing it up only about once or twice a week, but that was mainly because of our schedules. I could only really see him on the weekends because of all the work I had to do during the week.
But now I'm home and haven't seen a penis in a about a month. And I'm not happy about it. I'm an everyday sex kind of girl (when I can get it like that), so a month might as well be a year.
Talk about stressful.
I'm just not as nice, productive, nice, happy, nice, when I'm not getting laid. I just feel stressed. Working out helps...but I'd rather sweat on my back (knees, standing, on my side) and in the gym...not either or. But getting laid at home was never something I did much of...just too many variables and a lousy choice of men.
I'd like to think I could break this logjam soon, but alas, unless I go on vacay, there will be no action for JJ.
I'm a sad, sad girl.