As of today, March 22nd, 2010, I have not had sex in nine years. Do I get an award? 🙂
It’s not that I’m ugly. Here’s a picture of me, judge for yourself. I am a little overweight, but that doesn’t seem to stop most people.
Mostly it stems from the fact that I never really leave the house. Due to loose screws in my head, I’m mostly housebound. So I just don’t get out and meet new people that much. That being said, I could have had sex in the past nine years. There have been numerous opportunities. And I could always, of course, have simply paid for it, but I think that’s sinking a bit low.
Do I miss it? To tell you the truth, not that damn much. Sex always seemed to complicate things for me. It turned friendships bad. It sometimes made me enemies. It’s not like I’m not attracted to women; far from it, I absolutely love to simply look at beautiful women, I really do.
My abstinence from sex also roughly coincides with the time I stopped drinking (for the most part; I still have a few drinks every once in a great while).
Why am I posting this? Why not? People are always talking about how they’ve had sex, so why can’t I talk about how I haven’t had sex?
What I do miss, however, is female companionship. I love having a woman I can talk to, relate to, be close to. Yeah, that part I miss. But the actual act itself, well, I don’t know, it always seemed highly overrated to me. Call me jaded, but I just don’t feel like I’m missing out on much.
I could make an effort, I suppose. I could get out and hit on women and try to sleep with them. But I just don’t seem to have the will to do it anymore. There was a point in my life, when I was say, seventeen or so, when all I thought about was sex. Now it barely even crosses my radar.
Am I totally weird for being like this? I don’t know, you tell me.
And do I get my virginity back now? 🙂
Oh well, now you know.
