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Rust on the Manjunk
Well, between doing exercises in my apartment alone and listening to lots of punk music... I just realized that I had sex once in the last year.
Once. Year. Processing... processing. DING.
Wait, isn't that a huge chasm of time? A year? That's a long time. Whoa.
What the hell is wrong with me? How did an entire year of my life go by? And why the hell haven't been socializing and doing the in-and-out? I mean... I really like me some hot-hot Tab A -> Slot B action. I could go for some.
Hrrm... I just finished my 3+1 years of service with the Yoo-Ess Ahh-me, NCO, two tours overseas... came home to a messy divorce... and now it's been a year and I had something that could barely be considered sex once.
The act or the score... whatever... the lack of it doesn't bother me, but I feel like I'm burning grains of sand in the hourglass of life.
I could benefit from the oxytocin and all those other "love chemicals"...
Is it unhealthy for me to go this long without the whole meat-on-meat coupling action?
I feel fine; I'm in great shape physically, but I can't help thinking that this isn't natural and probably isn't good for my "soul" or whatever.
Any ideas?
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