30 Day Challenge: Driver, Roll up the partition please… (aka a ridiculously long post of my sexual history that amounts to a whole bunch of nothing)

6. Let’s talk about sex. From kinks to fantasies to fun things you want to share. Don’t worry about sharing anything you don’t want to be public knowledge, just allow yourself to tap into your dirtier side for a bit.

So, today’s topic was chosen by me mostly because Kristi and I wanted to find a topic to make Maggie uncomfortable. After reading Maggie’s post, I assume we were successful. However, after reading Kristi’s post and now that I’m thinking about my post, I don’t think we realized how awkward/weird/uncomfortable we’d be talking about this in front of people we do and do not know.

However, I am nothing if not committed so I’m gonna jump right in, share too much detail of the the completely PG rating, and solidify my place as romantically doomed.

Let’s start with this fact: I’m still a virgin. And yes, I have heard the ‘on your way to being a 40 year old virgin’ comments. I don’t really care about them. I am a virgin in every possible way except kissing and even there, I’m pretty inexperienced. This is going to get a bit longer than usual so let’s just add a ‘more’ tag right here.

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30 Day Challenge: Does True Love Exist?

3. Before meeting “The One,” the average woman will “kiss 15 men, enjoy two long-term relationships, have her heart broken twice…suffer four disaster dates, be stood up once, have been in love twice, lived with one ex-partner and had four one night stands.” According to this study, how close are you to finding “The One”?
Source: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/picturegalleries/howaboutthat/10545810/Average-woman-will-kiss-15-men-and-be-heartbroken-twice-before-meeting-The-One-study-reveals.html

So, I physically hate this prompt and it’s entirely because my love life is so atrociously nonexistent that it just reminds me that I need to start buying cats now.

By these standards, I’m so far from meeting “the one” that I may be actively regressing in romantic life.

But that brings me to another, important question: Does “the one” really exist? Is there really someone so perfectly matched out there in the world for everyone that we’re just wading through life, trying to find them?

Knowing my luck, my perfect match is actually in another country where English doesn’t even register on the radar of spoken languages.

This idea that there’s someone perfectly made for everyone brings in a whole other idea of ‘who decides the matches?’ which brings up the topic of religion and fate and deities, etc. Basically, ‘the one’ is a pretty damn loaded concept.

I don’t know if I believe in true love. I don’t know if I believe there is one person in the world who is perfect for me. So much of modern media conditions us to be searching for this ideal partner, this perfect companion, that we forget to work on ourselves and our own lives unless it coincides with meeting/dating/marrying this perfect other.

I just know that I want to be happy in my life. If that means marrying someone, maybe having kids, then let’s do it. But if it means having a career I’ve dreamed about and a house full of cats, I’m cool with that too. I just want to be happy.

Maybe ‘the one’ for me is really just the best version of myself. And really, that sounds like a match made in destiny if I’ve ever heard one.