Not having enough sex. Seriously, now that I am over a prolonged disinterest in sex, someone, who I will not mention is looking increasingly desirable to me even though she is almost 70 years old. After one, what shall I say? Session? The next day, I had a sore core like never before. I think I'll end with that.
No, I changed my mind. One more thing: that shows that my core was weekend by not working it out often enough during, what shall I say? Romantic encounters?
This post was edited by CallMeIshmael at December 27, 2019 10:42 AM MST
I am who I am and I am what I am on the fat days and on the skinny days. On the good hair days and the bad hair days. On those days when I smell like a flower and those when I smell like old cheese. Whether it be people, age, meds, injury, mood, the weather, whatever. It's all just external forces asserting themselves on my exterior being. Matters not though. I'm like a Boston Creme Roll. The best stuff is on the inside. My soul is sweet. My spirit is rich. I do however occasionally miss my wings.
This post was edited by Jon at December 27, 2019 6:37 PM MST
Jon 