There are a few things running thru my head right now that I wanted to write about, but the main thing I keep thinking of is sex in my new place.
It needs its cherry popped. I have thought about just grabbing some Latino from the St Vincent De Paul. Maybe its a neighbor, maybe its a fuck buddy that used to come to my old place. The trouble is I don't think (or maybe I am over thinking it) that I don't just want anyone. I want it to have some sort of memory attached preferably a good one. I feel almost like a teenage girl. I want some romance some candle light, soft music. A memory that will last as long as the mortgage. Finding that is the hard part. "Patience my son", is what my dad would say. "Wait until your married"' is what mom would say. Of course now that I have brought up my parents sex is now the farthest thing from my mind......... I guess I will at least unpack first.
