My grandmother tracked everything. Who needs an app to track when you have sex? She certainly didn’t.
Unfortunately, my Grandmother died when I was only 17. She was 77, a few years older than my Mother is today. Complaining of fatigue for months, her family doctor prescribed more and more medication. By the time she was hospitalized, her cancer was inoperable and she had mere months to live.
But this post isn’t about the failure of her doctor or her death; it’s about her sex life. Continue reading
While things are good with Tony (who right now is on a solo trip for a few nights) I haven’t seen him since Sunday night.
This may not be a problem emotionally (although y’all know I want more time with him), but it’s a problem physically.
Pretty sure I’ve mentioned my libido is damn high. I’ve been accused of being a nymphomaniac and insatiable. The latter I believe, the former I’m not sure I know enough of the technical definition and right now don’t feel like looking it up.
All that to say, I want to get laid pretty much all the time.
So, I have this great guy who can see me once a week and maybe twice. This is not enough. Continue reading