I think that’s were it all begins with me. I allow people (mostly men) to do that to me and I have only myself to blame is me for that.
The past few days I have been dealing with overly dramatic men who believe the world will come to end if I stop having sex. And since the drama has began I have forgotten to return phones because I am too busy dealing with some guy and his tears, I have been too tired to work on my novel cause by the time I am done with them on the phone I am too tired to even think let alone write. And every man that I know (well the ones that I’m intimate with) are all jealous of my writing. They hate me being on the computer and swear that the only place should be in is the kitchen and the bedroom. SEXIST BIGS!!!!!
Just once I would like a man to be interested in my writing and me and what makes me happy.
I guess that’s the whole point of my Sexual Sabbatical. To find myself and what makes me happy.
The things I plan for me while I am on Sabbatical:
1.) FINISH MY NOVEL
2.) GET MY MONEY SITUATION STRAIGHTENED OUT
3.) FIND AWAY TO MAKE A LITTLE BIT MORE MONEY
4.) MY LICENSE
5.) SUMMER CAMP FOR MY LITTLE PEANUT
6.) JOINING THE “S” FACTOR (FOR FITTNESS REASONS AND FOR ME TO LOOK AT MY BODY A LITTLE DIFFERENTLY)
7.) DOING AS MANY FREE THINGS WITH MY LITTLE PEANUT AS WELL AS ALONE (BRYANT PARK MONDAY NIGHT MOVIES NIGHT)
8.) TAKING MY PEANUT TO FLORIDA
And I plan on doing all of this without a man.