Hello world. Yes, I've been MIA for a
very
long time. If you must know, I've been at school, absorbed in the intensity called Fall Quarter. I'm basically getting back into the swing of things.
Thought that's not an excuse to take 10 minutes out of my day to blog, I am, quite literally, up to my neck in words. Which means, that I spend all my spare time, which isn't necessarily free in the sense of the word, reading books/plays/short stories. I have 3 Creative Writing classes and 1 Theater class. Life is all work and Friday night play for me.
Back to the point. I went to a store party last night on campus. It was 2 hours of free food and pool/video games/conversation. It was very nice to get out of the apartment and away from books for awhile. I conversed with some co-workers and played some very emotional games of pool with my fellow manager and bosses. It was quite fun.
After the party, everyone pretty much went on their own path and basically went back to their apartments for the night. A fellow manager, barista and I didn't want the the night to end so soon. With 2 other baristas, we decided that the 5 of us should take the party somewhere else. Since I go to school with a bunch of younger people, I am the token buyer of alcohol. We did a gas station run (which is a lot different than where I'm from) and bought some beer and alcoholic energy drinks (which taste like medicine). We basically spent the night getting to know each other and laughing. Typical college night, you could say.
The conversation turned into sex talk, which apparently happens at all of the college parties I end up at. Being 25 years old, I have experience in male-female relations (not claiming to be an expert by any means) and can offer advice. That's what happened.
Without going into a long drawn out story and summing it up into a general sentence, one girl wanted to know if she should wait around for a guy she likes that doesn't know what he wants, or go for a guy that she doesn't necessarily like but she knows that she could get laid (she was horny and was tired of waiting, basically, though it's a bit more complicated than that). I offered her to get laid. She has needs and waiting around for a guy to emotionally drain her was not helping. So, she got laid last night, to put it bluntly. She had been thinking about this for a few weeks, from what I understand.
Needless to say, this got me thinking about myself. Though, I don't have that dilemma, I do understand the physicality that a woman needs and wants to feel. Since the start of the school year, I have met a couple of people who would like to get to know me better (if you know what I mean). Though I have not physically been with anyone that I met, it made me think that going into a physical relationship only complicates things (it has in the past). So why not just cut out the complication and just be celibate? Maybe that's something I should look into. I haven't been promiscuous for awhile (not giving a date) and I realize that without it, I can understand a real person without all the sexual innuendos. I don't need all of that. Besides, I don't have time for a physical, let alone emotional, relationship. So, I think from now on, I am vowing to be celibate. It worked for me before, so it should work for me again. Maybe it'll help me focus on things that I need to do (not that I'm readily distracted). We'll see.
So, here's to time number 2. Version: Celibacy, Think Again.
