And then on Monday, I madeout.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhh. And my body, which has been on the back burner for about nine months came into the forefront full throttle.
So. Now I am a single woman who wants to be single but who also wants some intimacy.
I don't crave it. I don't need it. This is not something that I can't live without. It doesn't distract me all day long. I am not addicted.
But I do want it in a kinda happy sing-song-y xmas-is-coming kind of way. And figuring out how to navigate the world of affection and intimacy and kissing and sex (or, in my case, abstinence) is what my next few posts are gonna be about.