I'm a fan of drama, of finding the next high, of filling the empty void with excitement. Slow, steady contentment makes me cranky. I've been known to pick a fight just to feel the adrenaline. Since I'm content with my life, a state that holds no tension or drama, I will often use sex to fill the void. The problem is I'm not getting any lately, and I really have no grounds to pick a fight, and no fights mean no make-up sex. But I am grateful for some lovely squishy things that tide me over. Four things that are BETTER THAN SEX:
1. Philly Cheesesteaks from Off Broadway Cafe. Warm, melted cheese, sauteed peppers and juicy steak enveloped by wheat bread to add nutritional content. Orgasmic.
2. Driving to work at 6:00 AM in my Japanese car listening to Sugarland and Bon Jovi.
3. Writing. Disappearing into my head to the exclusion of all other thoughts.
4. Reading Alice Munro's short story Nettles and circling sentences I love and being humbled by one of the truly great writers of our time.
Of course, when I get some action again for the first time in months I'll wonder why I thought these other things even came close.
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