Anniversary two

For women the best aphrodisiacs are words. The G-spot is in the ears. He who looks for it below there is wasting his time.
~Isabel Allende

Since I lack the gene that aids in being tactful, I'll just spill it. I have been celibate for a year, give or take. The idea of being paired is still a happy one, but I was exhausted with the amount of time and energy I put toward it.  I miss the things that a romantic relationship brings.  I am amazed at how having someone waiting for me makes me smile all day. For me, seeing friends happens sporatically. I'm not trying to complain, everyone (myself included) is busy. We go for months, if not years, between hanging out and catching up.  We glom onto each other, and I always hope it's gonna stick... but work, family, illness, other friends, etc wiggle in and less time gets devoted to being there.
But when it comes to sex, or the potential for sex... both parties make time to be in close proximity.  I kiss my buds on the cheek, hug them, spoil them with baked goods... but miss the "more" I give and get when it comes to that other kind of relationship.  I'm talking about the sense of giving completely, not the act.  Though I do miss the act...
The romance novels have been hidden away, short stories I'd written have been deleted, and I have been avoiding romantic stuff like a plague.  I used to celebrate love every day, not just one.   I learned to deal, and accepted not only the possibility, but the likelihood that "this.is.it".
The incurable romantic may be cured, or that part of me is dying of starvation. So here is to a year without- without sex, a date, a kiss or even a fake phone number.  I made it through the first year... and I want it to matter less and less to me with each day. Besides, I have knitting to do. Maybe I should get a cat. LOL