You girls are very, very, very clever. Obviously a heckuva lot smarter’n I am, but that’s not necessarily a reason to yell “stop the presses”. However, it’s seems I’ve been operating under a misconception on the idea of the boy-girl part of my life.
‘Scuse me, I just made myself a little nauseous even partly mentioning “conception”, which I’ve learned is an undesirable side effect of marriage and long term relationships. I had that problem corrected in 1977, meaning I can’t cause said affliction any longer, albeit I’m still a little haunted for the single mistake I made in that regard.
Anyway, as I’ll show in a moment, someone’s sort of been in hiding.
Another major snag along the way is the fact I was raised Catholic. I was fortunate and wise enough to escape that group at my age 15, but the morals they instilled in me are rooted so deeply, it’s hard to shirk ‘em. Now, at age 63, I discover they’ve come back to haunt me. To make it worse, I somewhat agree. In one small part, at least.
“Nice lead-in, Bill. You caught my interest. Now, where the hell’s all this crap going?”
Ooo, the relevance factor. Gotcha. Good one.
In past posts I’ve referenced, perhaps eleventy-seven times, the diabetes I discovered was a guest in my body since 2003 brought along a disability. The misinterpretation made, based on what I heard from different docs and everything I Googled, said any remaining hope I had about a future sex life was only dreaming. So, I accepted it. Went with the flow. There’s a cost to anything we use or enjoy, so I took the position that decision had been taken out of my hands. Told myself to deal with it.
Incorrect, I’ve now learned. Mike, my GP, told me today the fact I “get a woody” whenever I take a ‘betes nap means the equipment still works. The reason it hasn’t happened is, as I mentioned above, “all in my head”. Evidently, I didn’t think it was the right time … or believe I was with the right person.
It’s not my intention here to spout off on my spiritual beliefs, but it’s been my position the last few years I haven’t been able to reach proper arousal … and it wouldn’t happen until I was given the go ahead nod … because I no longer wanted “just sex”. I’ve held the belief, if it ever happened again, it would only be when The Holy Spirit wanted it that way. Now I hear my doc say pretty much the same thing. Hence, I’ll no longer attribute that non-factor of my life to the dreaded diabetes. It’s more accurate to say I’m one half of an incomplete couple.
Seems my self-assessment was right on target. If He wants it to happen, I’ll come across the girl who’s meant to be a part of that relationship. Therefore, all I need to do is to sit back and let it happen. Hell, I’ve been doing it that way since 2003, so continuing it won’t be any real strain. Still, it’s nice to know I was right in the first place.
I’m just sayin’.
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Strange how late in life, how we finally decide, Mom was right after all.
I ain’t touchin’ that one. My Mom would STILL find a way to grab me by the ear if I got argumentative on something like that.
Mom was always right. I know ’cause she told me so.