Screwing Aboard
When the bastard left, I went wild with frustration without the daily sex.
I started dating friends-of-friends, or so I thought. You really find out
who your friends are when they start shoving men at you. At 35, most of
the men had either been married and divorced or it was obvious why they
had'nt. I went out a few times but never really hit it off with them.
They all seem to want to get into a "meaningfull relationship". Hell, I
just wanted to FUCK. After a few tries, I vowed to stay away from men for
a while and resorted to full time masterbation. That was the best decision
I've ever made.