What I really want from my favorite admirer is to be friends.
What I really want is mutual admiration.
If only I believed that were possible, or right, or just-that-simple to have sex with a friend and not have everything go haywire.
I am going running with my favorite admirer tomorrow morning. Maybe if I run fast enough I'll outrun my sex drive and be able to coast back into simple friendship.
But, despite my annoyance at finding my admirer physically attractive, I am enjoying having a new friend and good company.
I keep thinking that I need to address the issue of being single and (wanting to have) sex here on Singlutionary. But the truth is that I just haven't figured it out yet. Lisa over at Onely has addressed it quite eloquently and seems to be living proof that un-relationshiped sex can be a positive experience.
I, personally, am still in a quandary.
So while I won't be writing about sex, I will be writing about chickens, eggs, insects and the fact that most urban homestead types are seriously coupled and raising humans as well as livestock.