Heading into the new year filled with new aspirations, some sexy lingerie from Santa and a good Christmas stuffing, I had high hopes. But so far January has been a dull disappointment.
I find that on the whole, January is generally a disappointment after the Christmas and New Year climax. It appears all of my New Year's resolutions were becoming more and more unachievable by the hour, no matter how hard I tried, especially my promise to HAVE MORE SEX. So alone on a Friday night I found myself sitting of the TV armed with a bottle of dubious vino stolen from my mothers Christmas leftovers in a God-awful cardigan from some distant auntie I assumed was dead, I started thinking. My year of amazing sex doesn't actually have to include my gorgeous boyfriend. Oh no!
This was about being an independent woman, enjoying my sexuality and feeding my desire for an orgasm a day. And all that feminist jazz!!
With that in mind I set to work. Having a boyfriend is great and certainly has fantastic advantages. They can fix stuff, lend you money, tell you that you look hot when you have mascara down your cheeks and bed hair, but sometimes, just sometimes, they are just not required.
Don't get me wrong - I love men and all that they bring to a relationship, but sometimes a girl just has to fix things herself. So perhaps afterall 2009 will be the year of amazing sex, but it just won't be with someone else...
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