Earlier this week, the itch returned. No, not that itch (gross). It started a few weeks ago but I tried to ignore it because I knew that a vacation wouldn’t be possible for me at this point in my life (financially speaking, anyway). But then the travel bug came back with a vengeance and it’s all I can think of lately. I’m not sure if I’m looking for an escape but when life gets a bit complicated and hairy, I dream about packing my bags, abandoning all responsibilities, and skipping town for a bit. (As an aside, I have no business even thinking about a vacation with credit card bills to pay and 12 concerts lined up for the summer. So far. Oh well, a gal‘s gotta have a little fun, too, right?).
It could have something to do with my recent post about embarking on an Eat Pray Love journey but the idea of leaving it all behind to sit and meditate is sounding REALLY appealing to me these days. Or maybe I should round up the girlfriends, hit up the beach in my skimpiest bikinis, and tear it up at some awesomely cheesy nightclubs. Either way, I hope to have a plane ticket in my hand before the summer is over.
In my previous post I mentioned my involvement with men who are emotionally and physically unavailable to me. Against my better judgment, I’ve been seeing one of them on a regular basis (the one who lives with his girlfriend) and things have been heating up. I’d like to think I’d put the brakes on but I’m not sure I want to which makes me feel like a horrible person. I know it’s wrong, but who wants to fight temptation? Funny thing is, even if the stars aligned in our favor, there’s no way in a million years we’d ever be compatible as a couple. It’s simply a matter of lust. But his hand on the small of my back, the sex eyes, foot tango under the table, and a makeout session in a small hidden alley spells disaster and I know it as much as he does. But of course this hasn‘t stopped me.
My sex drive is out of control these days. I’m happy for the return of the libido but talk about shitty timing.