heracleitus

Sometime this week marks thirty (30) months of quasi-involuntary abstinence for me (that's two-and-a-half years for those of you disinclined to dividing by twelve). If I were given the chance to do it all over again, I wouldn't. I would instead have taken advantage of some of the opportunities I passed up on and, more importantly, take some of the chances that I chickened out on. However, that's not important, mainly because it's easier not to regret my lack of a sex life if I don't dwell on it. Still, it's not without its bright side. Although it literally took years, the lack of any relationship - meaningful or otherwise - in my life gradually led me to a very real acceptance of myself by myself. In other words, I reached a point where I no longer actively desired a relationship. Now I'm ready...