I stopped dating and didn’t have random sex anymore. I got busy taking care of myself. My urge to constantly get naked simmered down.
I adored living alone. I took up snowshoeing; I loved the feeling of trekking out into the new fallen snow in my winter gear. I went on day trips and would disappear, not telling a soul where I was. These moments filled the void I used to fill with sex. SEE ALSO: 10 Celebrities who treat their fans terribly (With Pictures)
I found hidden beaches, hiked gorgeous trails, and learned to make fresh jam and bread. I’d prepare elaborate meals just for me, treat myself to high end cheese and wine.
In lieu of orgasms with strangers, I’d recreate meals from Cooks Illustrated, listen to Chet Baker albums, and take myself to the movies. For the first time in my life, I was having a healthy relationship with myself.
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