How long can you guys go without sex before it starts to become a steady source of moderate frustration/distraction? I'm at about 16 days and I think I'm approaching that point.
when I finally succumb to the curse of the estrogenic beasts.
Still, I'm just way too lazy to put the moves on a girl unless I'm drunk/high. I want more payout than sex for my effort, and I'm not that desperate without chemical help.
It won't be a curse if it's with a person I genuinely treasure as someone whose swift death by fire would actually upset me, but finding a partner that worthwhile is difficult for an insane number of reasons including (but certainly not limited to): my nigh pathological introversion, my distaste for "small talk" and the stage of relationships in which both members inoffensively go back and forth with mundane things for the sake of advancing the relationship, etc.
The idea of hooking up with someone physically attractive but otherwise universally repugnant person turns me off because it seems like such empty indulgence that requires douche-y behavior of monumental proportions to achieve. Such promiscuity is pretty much a fatal turn-off for me anyway. Every time I've been confronted with some girl who has sown the seeds of such an empty encounter by flirting with me, I feel like a goddamn primate when I try to reciprocate the favor and feel relieved when they leave me the fuck alone. Maybe I should just convert to Christianity or something.
It won't be a curse if it's with a person I genuinely treasure as someone whose swift death by fire would actually upset me, but finding a partner that worthwhile is difficult for an insane number of reasons including (but certainly not limited to): my nigh pathological introversion, my distaste for "small talk" and the stage of relationships in which both members inoffensively go back and forth with mundane things for the sake of advancing the relationship, etc.
The idea of hooking up with someone physically attractive but otherwise universally repugnant person turns me off because it seems like such empty indulgence that requires douche-y behavior of monumental proportions to achieve. Such promiscuity is pretty much a fatal turn-off for me anyway. Every time I've been confronted with some girl who has sown the seeds of such an empty encounter by flirting with me, I feel like a goddamn primate when I try to reciprocate the favor and feel relieved when they leave me the fuck alone. Maybe I should just convert to Christianity or something.
We would go at it about twice a day, five/six days a week. Jill is kind to me, but it's rapidly become inadequate.It's all relative, my friend. When I was with Psychobitch we'd be at it at least four days a week, so when it was approaching even a week of celibacy I was getting anxious and thinking something was wrong.