I can get myself off.
I can have wonderful conversations with friends.
I can go on nice long drives and hikes with buddies.
BUT
I miss kisses, cuddles, hugs and giving other people orgasms.
I’m a solitary chopstick
that misses being the big spoon or the little spoon.
Sometimes I even miss:
” What do you feel like for dinner?”
” I dunno, what do you want to eat?”
” I’m happy with literally anything so you pick.”
” Okay, let’s go to the Greek place by the lake.”
” I’m more in the mood for Mexican.”
” Cool, let’s go get nachos & burritos.”
“….or Italian”
“Okay, I’m good with Italian. Where should we get it from?”
Not That Anyone Asked Me... 