Sugar, Sex, Magic

I am unable to partake in many guilty pleasures that I once loved. While most of these pleasures I have forsaken are well worth the sacrifice, I miss them none the less. I can go without the cake, ice cream, candy, doughnuts and chocolate. I have lost 70 pounds by sacrificing these goodies that once were my comfort foods. From time to time I do have a craving for the objects of my affection. The one thing I am really missing is sex.

Since I do not have a significant other at the moment I am seriously deprived. I believe that I am a relatively attractive mature woman and I do not doubt that I could find a man that would happily fulfill my desires. Since my slutty slut days are long over, however, I believe that I should at least wait until I have dated a man a few times before rolling in the sheets with him. The part I dread is the dating. I don’t relish the idea of enduring small talk, sharing stories and getting to know each other just to discover that we have absolutely nothing in common. I am not looking forward to shaving my legs every day (or week for that matter), spending an hour in the bathroom mirror or wearing something other than my granny panties (I prefer comfort over sexiness and I am quite fond of my cotton briefs). I am also not looking for a relationship at this particular moment. Quite frankly, it is just too much work. I am not enthused about expending that much energy on the pre-game when I really want to hit a home run and enjoy the seventh inning stretch.

Since I am unable to revert back to my wild days, I guess I am going to muster enough strength to find my keys, hop in my car and drive to the local 7-11. I hope that they have the super, duper economy pack of batteries. It may just be an all-nighter!