Wow. Where has the week gone? Today is hump day. No humping round here, tho.
Aroused Girl memed/tagged/flagged me. It’s really not my practice to do these things, but I’ll make a partial exception this once. It seemed harmless enough:
Dearest Digger, I've been forced to tag you…
1. Delve into your blog archive.
2. Search the archives for the 23rd post.
3. Find the 5th sentence, or closest to.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions. Ponder it for meaning, subtext or hidden agendas.
5. Tag 5 people to do the same.
So going back to July 12th and Survival Mode:
“I, of course, was feeling SO frustrated. I asked her how she could do it.”
Everything I write has some sort of meaning/subtext/hidden agenda. But if I reveal my hidden agenda, it wouldn’t be hidden anymore, would it?
Going back 4 months, we find Digger going through a dry spell. Again. And feeling frustrated. Again. And feeling lonely. Again. And wondering how she can go days, weeks and months without intimacy. Again. And whining about it to his Invisible Internet Friends. Again…
What the hell? I just plucked a hair off my ear lobe. And another one! What’s up with that?
…Back to the topic. Actually that’s about it for this one. You can go back and read that entry and see where I was noodling at the time. Not much has changed, has it? Good thing I have an active imagination and a promiscuous chapter or two in my life to draw material from. Otherwise, I’d still be working towards the 23rd post. The last time I had sex prior to July 12th was a mere 3 weeks earlier, in June. The next time I would have sex after that post would be a handjob on August 6th. The next time for intercourse would be August 27th. August would be the most sexually active month of the year since March. And it has also been the last sex of the year for me, so far. That would be about 75 days ago.
Last year, Arwyn and I had 21 sexual encounters the whole, entire year. So far this year, the number stands at 17, with 12 of those occuring between Jan. 1 and March 30th. For those interested, 2003’s total was 47. The trend is not a good one.
I guess more came out of that exercise than I bargained for. Looking at my 3 year calender it gradually becomes more and more blank.
So where am I relative to those who have recovered from this? Anyone out there who have reformed from this sort of deficit? Or a worse one? I’d like to hear from someone who went 100 days, 200 days or even a year without any sex at all, and then had it bounce back to the perky, crazy, lustful passion that you presently enjoy. I’m just looking for some benchmark as to when the gulf becomes too wide to cross.