The Slut From 7th Avenue

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Let me start by saying,  That I am NOT the Slut from 7th Avenue. I’M NOT EVEN A SLUT! (Although I love the sound of that word.) I chose this title as a test because “edgier” titles supposedly draw more readers. Keeping them? That’s another story. But I digress.

I don’t actually know any sluts. Nor do I know anyone living on 7th Avenue, wherever that is… There must be at least one in Chicago…

So what’s the point of this post? Early on, I mentioned that my dating stories take place over a 4 year period. Most of which have been illuminating and educational on one level or another.

It’s come to my attention that a lot of people think I’m always schtupping or on the prowl. WRONG!  (I actually counted and the number is fewer than 10 partners in four years. Considering my lengthy hiatus and my very healthy libido, I think it shows a certain amount of restraint on my part.) Currently I’m not even dating, let alone, getting. There’s a reason for that, which I’ll cover in another post.

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Having gone 12 years without sex, I was hungry.

BeFunky_hungry-woman.jpgCan you blame me?

hungry-woman-at-fridge-nighttime-snack I am now sated.

I met some sweet guys. (One of whom drove into the city from 3 hours away to help me move out of my office. I spite of having a new girlfriend. He came in as a friend.)

Oddly enough, the guys I “hooked up” with were sweeter than the guys I considered dating! In retrospect, I realize I had no patience. I was so hungry to be touched, and for the illusion of affection, that I jumped into the sack far too soon. But that’s all it was…an illusion. The kicker was, it wasn’t always all that satisfying either.

So…the next guy I have sex with will have to be with someone I’d be happy to wake up next to…

It should look like this…

or maybe even this!

But certainly NOT this…

BeFunky_article-0-1714CE3B000005DC-878_634x785.jpgor this…

or this…

He’ll have to be someone I already know and that I’m grateful for and who I know is grateful for me.

I’ve got a lot going on with trying to get work singing.

href=”https://nanodatingtheblog.files.wordpress.com/2014/03/befunky_audition.jpg”> NO. This isn’t me!

I’m not even looking right now. I’ve done enough looking. He’ll have to find me, I guess.

All I know is, because I love sex and intimacy sooo much, at this point, I only want it as a means of enhancing something that’s already pretty great.

If that day ever comes there will be singing in the streets!

Scene-from-Ferris-Bueller-001Am I starting to sound like a Hallmark card? Sorry.

That being said, I still have tales to tell. I’ve learned a great deal about men and myself. Perhaps as I continue to regale readers with my stories, you’ll understand my reticence.

And while it’s not the same, I’m a master at playing the lady harp.

I practice daily to keep in shape!

OKAY… I had to throw this pic in here just for fun! So Bizarre! I’m not planning on switching teams.

So, what’s your scene? Have you found a way to make hook ups work for you? Sex releases oxytocin causing bonding. Ever have a relationship come from sex? Are you bummed to learn my stories span a few years? Did you think they were all relatively recent?

I’d love to hear your thoughts! Don’t be shy. And thanks for following, commenting, reading and liking my blog!

4 thoughts on “The Slut From 7th Avenue”

  1. You know, as a self professed slut, there isn’t much to being a slut that you haven’t really covered.
    I used to sleep with a lot of men because they were easy pickings and they scratched an itch I had which I didn’t want to fill with intimacy.
    Being that after a year of no sex and finding someone who wants to lick my brain as much as my neither regions I think it was worth the wait.
    So here’s to you, finding your hallmark card moment too!!
    xx

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