So it seems my friends are still not done with me. This past weekend, the subject of their criticism was the number of my sexual partners. Really? Shouldn't the two of you be at home not having sex with your husbands?
Anyway, it got me to thinking, why all the fuss? How many men is too many?
If you sleep with five different men over five years, is that better than five men one year? Is it the number of different men or the frequency of different men?
It also has me thinking that I really need so new friends.....
Okay, I need to vent. I usually don't use my blog for venting, but this time I have to ask you to just put up with it.
I went shopping with some friends earlier this week. We were having a fine time until the real purpose of the outing was revealed. It was an intervention of sorts for yours truly.
It seems my so called friends were upset over the attention my erotic novels were bringing to them and to make matters worse, there was the concern over my behavior with the opposite sex.
Yes, apparently my search for Mr. Right Now is offensive to the white-picket-fence crowd. Really?
You know, people in glass houses should not throw stones. I didn't hold some silly intervention when Friend #1 held us all hostage over lunches for a month because she was redecorating her kitchen and couldn't decide what faucet to pick. I mean seriously. It's a faucet and water comes out of it, is it really such a major life decision? I didn't call in the troops when Friend #2 debated for a year if she should leave her cheating husband or not.
Maybe before you sit in your four bedroom, three bath, illusion of wedded bliss, and judge me....Maybe you should take a good look at yourself! So I'm a whore? Well, maybe you're a frigid-substituting decorating for sex-bitch that needs to just keep her self righteous ideas to herself. Oh, so I might be too easy? Well, as a stick your head in the sand-the affair never happened-antidepressant taking asshole...You can just kiss mine!
See how labels can hurt and ruin friendships?
Again, sorry to vent.
Okay, I admit it. I have no intention of finding Mr. Right. Say that at a party and see the looks that you get!
I can't help it. I like my independence. I like being able to sleep late and have chocolate for dinner. It may sound immature, but I want no part of the "happily ever after" kool-aid that all of my friends are drinking.
Apparently, this makes me a bad person. At least on a good day it makes me a bad person, on a bad day it makes me the whore of Babylon.
Where is it written that I have to pick one guy and settle down to what others feel is normal? Can't I just have fun? Do I have to look for Mr. Right? Can't I just look for Mr. Right Now?