First, the boring stuff:
I did not drink enough water today. I paid the price on my walk; intense muscle pain in the calves. Yippee.
However, I was feeling quite energetic when I left the house. I just felt like running, so I did. I didn't run far, but I ran.
Then I saw him
. The skunk. Now, avid reader, as you know, I have only seen a live skunk two times in my life. Both of them were about what you would expect for a skunk, size-wise.
This one was a ****ing huge monster skunk. I did not know they got that big. Before you askâ€”yes, I am positive it was a skunk. You cannot mistake a skunk. At first I thought it was a beaver or something (certainly rare, but not unheard of around here), because it couldn't possibly have been a skunk at that size. Of course, black and white beavers with huge bushy tails are
unheard of. He was crossing the street, coming towards me and then froze when he saw me. His tail went up like a ****ing peacock and then I froze. I do not want to get into that
situation, ever. He waddled away from me as fast as his fat ass could go, and made it into the shadows between houses. I turned around and crossed the street, to get as far away from him as possible and continued my trek. I just wanted to see my rabbits, and I knew everything would be okay.
Here's the thought that kept me going tonight: friends with benefits. **** buddies. I think every non-committed person should have one.
It's really an ideal relationship, if you can find it. No hurt feelings, no crazy entanglements, no emotional cock-ups. Just friends, someone you can goof off with, see once in a while, get a drink, and have crazy awesome sex with.
It would be great to have that with someone; to be able to laugh about it, joke about it, and generally have fun with the whole thing. If things got really hot and you really were friends, maybe it could even be a turn-on to hear about their adventures with others.
I know I make it sound so ideal; perhaps part of my idealization of that relationship comes from having been married for so long and having been hurt so bad; you can psychoanalyze all you want (and some will, I'm sure), but that's okay; I've never tried this side of things, I've never had a ****buddy, and I want to. Variety is the spice of life, right?
I would actually like to hear from those who have had friends with benefits before. How did it work out?
If, on the other hand, you want to offer up your opinion of how I'm wrong and I'm a dick, please spare us all. I don't think those people would be reading this blog anyway.
(PS: I'm currently accepting applications)