Story The SecondI answer too many questions . Maybe it's time for me to begin writing a few stories every now and again.
So yeah... I'm single, as this group states.
Single for over a year now, sexless for a little less than that.
And to be honest, the longer I remain single, the more I like it. I like my independence, and feel less and less compelled to actively pursue anything with the opposite sex, and just as selective when they attempt to pursue something with me. I've gone on a few dates, though not lately, but without any interest on my part, for the most part.
I have my own ambitions and aspirations, and I don't feel the need to get involved with anyone, get sidetracked.
Unless I get swept off my admittedly leaden feet, I don't see me dating any more until I get out of college. Perhaps wasting the butt end of my college experience, but I'm okay with that. I'm satisfied with myself, and comfortable with who I am. I am not defined by who I'm with, and never was. Which was hard for some guys I was with to understand. They were not the center of my universe, and I don't expect to be the center of theirs. Maybe if I find someone as independent as I (that of course holds my interest), I'll end up having a lasting relationship.
Until then, the only person I'll be wining and dining is myself; a person I admittedly love.