A Change of Pace...

So while eating my banana this morning I started to think about boys (naturally), and came to yet another realization: (apparently, 2014's theme.) 

As much as I would really love to have one to play with right now (a man that is), the reason why I am, and have been single for a while now, isn't only because I'm a self-sabotaging mess incapable or unwilling to make "real" connections - I mean mostly yes - but also, I think subconsciously, I just know I don't want one.

I want one, but I don't need one. Get it?

It's kind of like ... when your thinking of getting a puppy. They're cute, and cuddly, and playful and make you feel so good inside - but they're also a lot of work and responsibility, and take up a lot of your time and also require some form of settlement.

And sure that un-awkward I-don't-have-to-tell-you-what-to-do-with-your-fingers-because-you-already-know-the-drill kind of sex would be SO nice right about now, and yes I would give just about anything to spend a Sunday in bed with some strong arms & muscular torso... but that's about it.

I honestly don't think I could handle too much more than that at this point. It wouldn't be the responsible thing to do I don't think. I mean, why bother getting into anything if I'm not planning on being around ... right?

And so, all this to say... I'm going casual for a while. No more window shopping. I'm a big girl, and I say it's time to start having a little fun.

(sorry mum if you read this, xo)

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