Diary of a Stiletto Junkie

I remember when I wasn’t having sex and thus it wasn’t important.  When you liked someone and that meant that you held hands and kissed and snuggled and that was great.

Eventually we grow up and move on from hand holding to kissing, kissing to fooling around and fooling around to having sex.  On the plus side, after a while it becomes foreplay and creative sex, which is always fun.

Then one day it just goes back to sex and the hand holding is the exciting part.

It’s the little kisses and smiles that excite me more than anything, the sideways glances and giggles, the tickles and slight touches.

Why did those just go away?

I love the kisses, the butterflies and the way I see myself through your eyes… But I won’t wait for it forever.  Figure it out.  Let me be there to help, or don’t.  But you asked for a lot from me, whether you knew it or not, it has to work both ways.  If you don’t see me as a part of your life, then don’t bother being a part of mine.