Sex is something I haven't understood for awhile. Maybe "not understood" is the wrong term. It is something I've had no desire or need for. What I do not understand is why other people are so head over heels for it. Sure sure, I've been told a million times, it feels great. But how much different can it be from masturbating aside from the fact that there's another person? Not much from what I've been told. It seems people are so gung-ho about getting laid that they'll start relationships with only that purpose, and no actual curiosity about the person they are seeing. Where did the interaction go? Not physical interaction, but emotional. What about mental stimulation? When did everyone skip watching a movie on the couch with blankets and popcorn to doing the nasty on the kitchen counters? What happened to talking about your day and laughing at jokes? What happened to romance? I feel that too many people today have empty relationships because they're only looking for a good fuck. I met a guy not too long ago who sparked this thought as I wondered how he's doing today. He came into my store looking for sunflowers, which I at the time did not have since they are a summer flower and it was the middle of spring. Compliments were exchanged and he said I was cute and asked if I was single. Now I'm not all about the looks, but if a drop dead georgeous man says I'm cute and wants to know if I'm single I'll be damned if he's not leaving with my phone number. So of course I gave it to him. We met for coffee, the next day? Day after that? In the not so distant future. After talking I felt optimistic. He liked a lot of the things I liked and seemed unbelievably kind and easy to get along with. I went out with him a few times before things came to a nice little crash. Come over and watch a movie with me? Mmm, I don't know, I've only known you a few days. Okay, if you really want me to I will. I have to be honest, I'm just looking for someone to sleep with. What? Nice, so out the window went Mr. Perfect. What a dissapointment. Even though the whole thing lasted the span of maybe four days I was heartbroken. When you think someone truly enjoys your company it takes you to a whole new level of happiness, but drops you like a rock off the empire state building when it turns out they just wanted to fuck you. And months before and now months after I still am unable to find someone who wants to genuinely get to know me instead of screwing my brains out. I feel like sex has ruined romance and relationships in todays society. I'm not saying don't get freaky at all. But why not share it with someone you can say you love both in and outside the bedroom...or kitchen. Will I never find my Prince Charming unless I get under the covers?
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