After realizing how hung up I am on the fact that I don’t enjoy dancing with the girl I’ve been sleeping with, I was writing down the “important qualities” that I value in the women in my life with whom I can imagine a real relationship.
1. I love dancing with her.
2. I love spending quiet time with her.
3. I love talking with her.
Then I realized this was the stupidest exercise ever. The only important thing is: do I love her?
There’s really no question other than that. If I love someone, it doesn’t matter how good of a dancer or conversationalist they are. Every moment holding each other, talking or not talking, will be enough to make my heart sing. And believe it or not, that’s really what I want most. Sex without love is just not worth it.
I decided I would declare my body officially recovered from Saturday night’s alcohol once I have a normal poop.
It’s Tuesday night and I’m still not recovered.