Before my husband left, I thought I was frigid. For real.
After my husband left, I was like a cat on a hot tin roof, barely able to sleep, so desperate for his touch (or anyone’s for that matter).
These days I’ve been happily single and grateful to not have the distraction of libido throwing me off my game.
Maybe it’s because it’s Saturday night and I’m home alone working and bored that I’m pondering my future lovers. More likely, it’s that I just watched this video of James Franco- http://ht.ly/loMhv
Dammit, how am I gonna get anything done now?
I’m grateful I’m not frigid. And I’m grateful that I’m not pining for a man.
But, somewhere in the middle can’t I just maybe lay on a beach in Fiji naked with a margarita and James Franco? Just for a few moments?
I’ve earned it!
