Somewhere, someone is giving their sweetie a book of sex coupons as a Christmas gift. Something like these:
I was thinking, I bet in most cases the recipient would be just as happy, if not more so, to get a coupon excusing them from sex. Something like this:
Be honest: which do you think your partner would prefer?
Saturday night was the perfect illustration of why I moved here.
I went to a party at a colleague from work’s place. As sometimes happens, I drank more wine that I should have. The great thing about living up here though is that there are no attractive women to flirt with. So even though I was a little drunk I didn’t do anything that might get me into trouble. Contrast this with how things used to go: same level of drinking, mammoth levels of flirting, nearly unbearable sexual tension and social awkwardness for weeks afterwards.
So far the wilderness has been very good to me. Three reasons I can think of:
1. Slower pace and natural beauty of the place
2. Lots of planning has gone into the move, I’m very busy, no time to fret
3. Leaving awkward social relationships behind
I wish I’d made the change a lot sooner.
