I dreamed about having sex for the second night in a row last night. Not surprising. I haven't had sex in 7 years and haven't had good sex in 8. It is not that I haven't had a few offers, but they've been from plus-sized women and the logistics of it just doesn't work. Some guys will say, "More cushion for the pushin'" but when you're already cushioned (ie outrageously oversized) sex with a big girl is like slamming two marshmallows together —it doesn't really accomplish much. If the damn doctors and insurance agencies would quit giving me the run around maybe I could get this surgery and get started losing weight. I've been able to cut the sodas out. Used to drink 1-3 a day, now I'm at 1-2 a week, sometimes none a week. But I'm a stress eater and man has life been stressful since taking this promotion. I've put on 35 pounds in the last year. Grrr.
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