Even if Lady Gaga is a hermaphrodite, she still wants men. Good for her.
I have decided to step out of the dating pool, get myself cleaned up, suited up, and digested before i re-enter truly ready to open myself up to true love, real love, crazy love. Already, I am feeling the pangs of withdrawal. Like a drug, the small crushes I had or the drama surrounding various relationships in my life gave me a sort of high I could find no where else in my life. Even tonight, as I get ready for bed, I desperately want someone next to me. My mouse, given to me by a friend, cannot hold me. I want to talk with a boy, flirt with a boy, kiss a boy, touch a boy, be touched by a boy...however, I appreciate what I am doing with the fast and have already overcome tremendous temptation. I have cut off all communication with any guy who isn't already solidly a friend. It took a few days but I have my basic guidelines for my fast. I spend a few moments first and last thing of the day talking to God, I have a 21 day devotional, perfect for my time frame, and I have also bought, borrowed, and checked out books I believe will bring the most fruit during the rest of my lent. One of the books, the one I bought, talks mainly about boundaries. My therapist gave me some homework to do on the subject and I found it extremely helpful in pointing out my weakness in setting and honoring boundaries. So far, its difficult being so far from my man drama, but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and I am like the junkie in rehab, just getting over the sweats and chills...hopefully.
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