The history exam didn’t go too well. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t good either.
I went out drinking with my friends this evening. We played Never have I ever and it was then that I realized that I was actually a prude. I couldn’t drink for anything they would say, cause I’d never done anything they mentioned. And all they mentioned was sexual stuff.
Never have I ever been with a person sexually.
And I was the only person who didn’t drink to that.
It’s not that I’ve never don’t shit. I have. But just not anything that falls under the “sexual” category. And honestly, I don’t know how to feel about that.
I’ve had guys hit on me. So I guess I could say I’ve had the opportunity. But I guess, irrespective of what I say, I actually consider my “firsts” very special.
My first kiss. My first time.
I pretend to love being single. I actually do love being single. But some nights I just find myself craving for someone’s hands to hold, or someone to cuddle with, someone to kiss.
With everyone around you drinking for every sexual “Never have I ever”, it just gets you thinking, I suppose.
Maybe one day I’ll find someone to love. Someone whose hand I can hold, someone I can kiss. Someone I can turn to in my time of need. And even though I’m having the time of my life at the moment, I hope that day comes soon.
Cause the number of times I feel lonely seems to be increasing.