1 March 2007
Where have all the goofballs gone?
I mean, the ones we didn't vote for. Nina wants to know, and she directs her query skyward:
Secretly, I wish I could be more like them. Shallow, self-serving and oblivious. As a woman, I wish I could just look at one, get turned on and have lots of meaningless sex. Why didn't you wire me this way, especially now? But noooo, you wired me to connect emotionally and then physically.
I don't get it and I certainly don't like it.
All I can do is trust you knew what you were doing, hope, pray and beg for a decent keeper somewhere to be found in the pack. Are there any good, non-creepy goofballs left and available?
There are, I am told, women who are wired like men. Are they any happier? I don't know, but I suspect they'd never admit it if they weren't.
And I can relate to this:
Could you give me some hope? Something to hold on to? Or why not take away my desire altogether?
I seem to have followed, quite unintentionally, Plan C: my libido is somewhere between vague and nonexistent. And since that's probably the only place where I can deal with it on a consistent basis but never mind that.
Sometimes I think we're all just thrown into the ocean: mostly, we're ships that pass in the night, but some of us eventually drown.Posted at 6:58 AM to Table for One