(December 31, 2017 at 9:19 pm)Hammy Wrote: Yea. Sex with myself sometimes beats (no pun intended) dinner but it feels more like a frustrating need than anything, most of the time.
We've all been there at one point or another, where the frustrating absence makes the delightful a bowl of tantalizing grapes ... which we judge sour for not being able to enjoy them. At least that's how it felt for me. Quoth George Castanza: "I'm a sexual camel!"
But man, the water at the oasis is sweet indeed. Nutriment provided as per OP, I could live without food, enjoyable though the experience of eating a great dish is. But living without intimacy, well, that's a tough row to hoe.
