the y is better than sex. i guess.
i like sex. a lot. but for some damn reason it is harder to get right now than i am willing to try for.
maybe because i still live with alex – which, by the way, is really actually awesome (best roommate ever) – and most people still think he is my boyfriend. also, i run in very small circles and i don’t meet enough new people or spend drunken nights at bars anymore.
well, whatever the reason. the y is my new sex life.
i break a little sweat. breathe a little harder. and feel great afterwards.
god. i’m a sexless yuppie.
Welcome to the club, Kansas.
And at least I can feast with my eyes. I usually don’t find the resolve to talk to someone. It’s also not why anyone goes to the gym, is it? I don’t want to misappropriate other people’s time.