Alright, I know it’s been quite some time since I’ve sat down at a table/desk and actually written something. But I mean, there’s so much to do when you’re in college. Like, avoiding your pile of laundry and maintaining your social status (three Facebook notifications?! Just peed in my pants).
Anyway, this article is about something that has been on my mind lately and I decided I just need to sit and think about it and write something down.
I’m still in a relationship–crazy, right? Well, here’s the thing: the longer I’m in this relationship, the more comfortable I get, and the more I revert back to doing things the single way.
I don’t know if you’ve read any of my past articles, they’re certainly interesting, but I tend to mention my addictions to dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets and cancelled television programs. Last week I was discussing how my life used to be (mentioning those articles) and my roommates made a startling comment: I still do the same things.
WHAT. HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT. HOW.
Well, here’s how:
My partner and I have definitely done a lot of changing in the past year and a half (a wee bit more but who’s counting?). We’re both back in school, we live together (along with a ton of roommates), and we both work quite a bit. The weekdays are long and exhausting and neither of us have the same schedule. And then the weekend comes up and he usually goes off with the boys for some fun time out in the bars/clubs.
I, having little to no friends where I live, stay inside and watch Pretty Little Liars and cry into my bowl of microwavable mashed potatoes.
I’ve realized recently that just because I have a boyfriend, doesn’t mean that I actually have someone to hang out with and do things with. In fact, I feel more single than ever because I’m not allowed to flirt or randomly make out with guys.
And so with this revelation, a new neighborhood to discuss has unearthed itself from the realms of my mind: The Island of Single Relationshippers.
We are the few, the proud, the lonely. We get laid every so often and we have someone to love, but we are oh so alone and deprived of sexual attention…well, any attention really.
What does one do to spice things up? How do you stay awake during sex? Where do you go to self-cultivate when your partner is ALWAYS AROUND and yet NEVER THERE?
I’m open to any and all suggestions. The Island of S.R. needs some guidelines, people.
I’ll be back next week with (hopefully) some well thought out tips.