I’m one big walking horny cliché. Today was my first Saturday afternoon to myself in over a month. So I grabbed some DVDs and parked my ass on the couch. I popped in season one of “Californication” – this was my first problem. If you know the show, you probably can guess what I’m referring to. It’s one super-charged sex romp with a good story line. Too many naked people and sex scenes – that is, too many if you are horny and haven’t had sex in almost two years.
Oy! It was all I could do to stop myself from calling up my “friend with benefits,” who happens to be a sailor. Yes, one of those … a USDA prime, actual Navy sailor.
I swore to myself that I would never f#*k a sailor, but what can I say, I’m a sucker for those dress whites. He was just as good in bed as I imagined he would be. But I digress …. As I regretted deleting his number from my cell phone – yes I checked to see if I still had the number – I contemplated what else would satiate my horniness.
It was time to break out “B.O.B” (Battery Operated Boyfriend) and the porn, really bad 20-year old porn on VHS tape. Yes, VHS tape – I’m old school. It’s the only reason I keep a VHS player in the house.
I got about my ‘business.’ Afterwards I had a mixture of emotions – my ‘itch’ has been scratched, but I still feel the emptiness. Even sex-for-sex-sake involves a connection with another person. That’s what I miss about not having sex – I miss the connection with a man.
The cliché continues as I make my way into the kitchen and make a big pan of brownies. Chocolate to sooth the soul. At least I don’t have a cat, that would really complete the cliché. I like to think I’m a dozen cats away from being the sad, old spinster lady.
What’s a girl to do? Well right now I’m going to eat more chocolate and watch the rest of season one of “Californication.” I turned 36 last week and damn — it I’m fine with who and what I am!
Bring on the batteries!
Photo by Nick Stone, available under a Creative Commons attribution license.
Last reviewed: 28 Jan 2011