I Want Your Sex(ism)


I looked at my calendar today to confirm that it is indeed February 18, 2014. I did this because I was almost convinced that I had inadvertently travelled back to the 1950’s. Why would I think that, you ask? Well, you’re going to find out!

Being single at the age of 34 isn’t really the same life plan as most, if not all, of my friends. This has become glaringly obvious at times that I want to get out of the house during the week and do something fun. Nothing too crazy, maybe dinner and a drink? However, trying to wrangle someone out of their cozy love nests that they have is somewhat impossible. I’m not blaming them at all. Actually, I would be doing the same thing if I had a +1 at home to talk to/watch tv with/wear pajamas with.  It’s the worst winter ever and no one wants to go out. I get it. I have been relegated to staring at my 4 walls all winter and I’m getting serious cabin fever. At this point, I think I’m kind of on par with Jack Torrance (minus the fabulous hotel, of course). Continue reading “I Want Your Sex(ism)”