Please Be Patient

I haven't had sex in over a year. I am not proud of that. I did not plan it. It just happened that way.

Finally I meet a man with whom I actually felt I could possibly want to have sex with. It's not that I haven't met attractive men lately. I simply haven't had any interest or desire. I'd become a "Nosexual". So, I was pretty happy when I felt my deflated libido raise a degree or two.

We met in a bar. I hardly ever go out. This was a lark. I felt "lucky".

He is nice, attractive, and we exchanged cell numbers. Per the current courtship ritual, we text. For three weeks we text. We have a date. It's a very nice date. We cuddle. He feeds me. He invites me to stay overnight, even offering me the option of sleeping surfaces: the couch, the guest bed, his bed (and he will sleep in the other room, he says, of course). If I was young and looking for "true love" I would have thought this was charming. But, I am not. I am festering with the repressed sexual drive of a woman in her forties and really, I just want to get laid.

I go home. I would have stayed, but I couldn't. I'm mostly a vegetarian and I had eaten his delicious steak dinner and now I had gas. Not sure what the wait period is before you can pass gas with the new man (I am sure that is in the "New Courtship Rituals of the 21st Century" for Dummies book which I meant to pick up at the local Barnes and Noble before they went out of business. Damn. Need that book.)

Another week goes by. Being a belly dancer is tough on the social life. All of my classes and gigs happen in the evenings and weekends. Dating, or finding time to date, can be a challenge. Frankly, it sucks.

We are still texting though! Things might happen!

I make some sort of subtle but clear indication that I am available and interested in having sex. Apparently, this was a bad idea. If I had the "New Courtship Rituals of the 21st Century" for Dummies book, I am sure, it would have told me what to do.

He flat out tells me that he thinks that "rushing into sex is never a good idea." I have to be patient. But all I can think is, well, I haven't been with a man in a very long time. I've BEEN patient.

Suddenly, I have lost my interest in this man. But I still want to have sex.

But at least I am "being patient".