The 20th of december is an anniversary for me of some sort for me.

It would make it 3 years officially since I last had sex. I can remember with whom too. It was with my ex-boyfriend at the time. We were juggling between "should we continue dating or shouldn't we, it's good sex so why should we stop? Okay, his present girlfriend he had been with for longer than he had been with me was still dear to his heart, so I guess I got dumped but we continued to have sex. I guess on that day I just said, NO. I can't continue to do this to myself. You either have me full time or you don't. ( I guess the fact that he hadn't picked out a Xmas present for me, didn't help his chances either) So that was the last time I had sex with him or with anyone. I moved out here in February hoping to meet someone who would change all that. It's been 3 years.

The weird thing is, he moved down here too. And he wants me back so badly his dick gets hard everytime he calls me. He lives in New Jersey now so he calls every now and then hoping that I would come out and visit him so we can replay some of that tremendous sex we used to have. I used to take his calls for awhile and then I just stopped. I realized there was no point to it at all. I need sex but I am not going to go back to my vomit. Fresh and so clean and so new, whoever said that wasn't jiving.

So that's the story of my life. It would be nice to have a srew for Xmas, wouldn't it?

Gosh, can you believe it's been 3 years. I deserve some sort of award. Celibacy award.