This isn't it. Whatever IT is, it shouldn't be blah. It shouldn't be ho-hum.
I'd like to think that the next time I get involved with someone that lightening might possibly strike. My bones might go to butter. My heart might go pitter patter. I want that kind of love. Not something mediocre oh-he's-so-cute let's flirt kind of attraction. I want the cosmic universe to stop, not just a cool little bus at a stop sign. Once that passes, I'd like to fall into a syncope like the brothers & their friend in Boondock Saints.
Until lightening strikes though, I'd like to be alone; comfortable in my adventures. There's certainly temptations along the way, but I'll only take what's offered if what is being offered is fun, friendly, un-attached sex. I don't like the thought of leading someone on. I don't like the thought of someone getting attached and I'll have to have THAT conversation with them one day. I'd just avoid it altogether and be celibate. The good news is - men don't get attached easily... at least not the mature, experienced men from the jaded pool I wade in.
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