Last night after work, I went to the gym with two of my co-workers. "Jake* likes when I do this one thing to his butt ..."I don't have a boyfriend. I threw my backpack on the floor, lit some candles and crawled into bed.
We were gabbing about girl stuff while we warmed up."I need to get my legs strong for cowgirl sex! I'm also currently not having sex, so I figured I should stay out of the conversation. So with nothing to contribute to the guy talk, I chose to focus more on perfecting my burpee form. There was a joint on my windowsill, rolled and ready to go, and I'd been waiting all day to smoke it. Three puffs in, I was already too in my head to pay attention to the episode of "The Office" blaring in the background, so I just kind of sat there dwelling.
I thought to myself while enveloped in strawberry-scented marijuana smoke. It felt good to cry, I'll give my therapist that much.Question #3: Am I withholding any major information from my partner?Question #4: Do I believe that my partner considers me a priority?Falling in love with the “wrong” person can be the worst of all heartaches. Closeness is a reliable method for helping two people know each other and care about each other.It solves the problem that love lets linger: Reliability.