The Lost Plum…

Heading out of the city this week and back to my ‘home and native land’.  So, I have been trying really hard to get some work done, and…. get some work done. It hasn’t been much of a success. I’ve been in a funk. A work funk and even sorta a life funk.

My friend “meangirl” suggests it cause I’m not having enough sex, or as she put it enough ‘good sex‘.

Now, sex is usually always good. I take that back it can be bad, very very bad. But, in general sex is good, it might not blow your mind every time (and as of late it hasn’t blown much) but it is still good.

See “meangirl” has this theory that subconsciously when we aren’t being satisfied the way we want it affects our bodies and minds more then we realize.

I posed the question about what does that mean when we aren’t getting any sex. She simple said you hit a certain point where you have come to accept (and deal) with not having physical sex, and although we also might hate that it’s less detrimental to our systems then when sex unsatisfied us.

Interesting!? We talked about those sexual partners that no one will ever be able to live up to, but you keep praying for one that does. How sex with that person was never a stress, never complicated, it just was GREAT SEX. (Obliviously, great sex doesn’t make a good relationship, but you all should be grownup enough to know that)

I’ve been thinking about this all day, and I think she has a point. Maybe in order to de-stress I just need really good sex without complications.

(I just need my ‘friend’ to give up working in a big certain coloured house and move back to the city!)

SIDEBAR: my friend “meangirl” isn’t mean; she just played one in a movie once.