If you've been reading the ongoing journey of this penguin into all things once forbidden, you know that the world of casual sex is still fairly new to me. But it's becoming old pretty fast.
Now, I'm not seasoned by any means, but I'm noticing something emerging here that I would think is probably pretty common. In a deep analysis (is there any other kind?) of my motivations for certain trysts, I'm realizing that my need for touch sometimes clouds my rational thinking. I seek out a fuck, when really, I should just go get a massage.
So, word to my roomie and friends, seeing as my birthday is coming round in a few weeks, I think a spa gift certificate would be welcome. Nugde, nudge, wink, wink.