It’s been quite a while since I’ve had it on a regular basis – sex, that is. Compounding my frustrations is that I don’t believe in one-night stands because I feel and know that it is infinitely better when there’s an emotional connection. However, I do believe that I tend to overthink it too much sometimes.
Usually, the way I’d relief the frustration is the age-old “self-loving” with the aid of porn. I’m quite the avid consumer of it. Sometimes I vent it by driving too fast in my Skyline. Occasionally, the urge would get so strong that I’d even contemplate paying for it. But then I thought that that would be a slippery slide into something not so good.
Already, I don’t need any excuses to walk into a strip club. In fact I think it’s par for the course on a night out. If I start paying for sex, I’d be even more desensitised to it all. Where it’d get to the point that my view towards women and relationships would be warped completely. And I can’t allow that to happen. Somehow I still hold on to the belief that sex should be had with love, and not without.
Shit, a single guy with principles. Fuck me, indeed. ๐