My roommate says that I think too much about sex and, I do (but I don’t put too much weight on her words because she is quite the asexual creature). I think even more about sex when I’m entertaining the new idea of new romantic prospects–and I have been. It’s hard not to imagining jumping into bed with hot geeks and it’s even harder not to bring up sex, even if we have only been talking a short time, because I want to ensure that the sexual chemistry exists. I suppose this tendency just goes to show how important sex is to me in a relationship, at least in the beginning. I think I am talking to someone to whom sex is not the end-all, be-all of intimate interactions and it’s really different for me. It’s not that I don’t appreciate it, because I do but he’s so damned adorably sexy that the tension is nearly driving me insane.
I imagine this will be just one of many boy crazy posts to grace this blog in the near future. I’m putting the “love” back in, bitches.
Do you think you are a “thrill of the chase” type though? By that I mean you enjoy the hunt but lose some interest once winning over the person of interest?
There is no doubt that I enjoy the chase but I am only encouraged by reciprocated feelings.