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NYCGastronomist

35 / M / Straight / Single

New York, New York

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It's not about sex....

Nov 13, 2010

Preface:  This applies solely to me as an individual.  For many, MANY people, it is actually about sex.

 

I've been feeling lonely.  Not alone, per se, but lonesome.  I have friends, and I see them regularly, but there's always something missing.  Being somewhat introspective, I'm trying to put my finger on it.  So I figured I'd just emotionally vomit onto OKCupid and see if it makes some sense.

 

I miss being in a partnership.  Having someone with which I can be totally myself.  Not saying that I am NOT myself with my friends, but we all know it's a different relationship between your friends and a significant other. 

I miss all the little things.  Post-its on the bathroom mirror.  Meals just for them. 

I miss the downtime on the couch, watching retarded TV.  Giving footrubs.  Getting backrubs.

I miss being someone's rock, the one they can turn to for strength, for sanity. 

I miss pushing someone to go after what they truly want, and being pushed.

I miss appreciation.  Acknowledgment.  Desire.  Romance.

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Preface:  This applies solely to me as an individual. For many, MANY people, it is actually about sex.

 

I've been feeling lonely.  Not alone, per se, butlonesome.  I have friends, and I see them regularly, butthere's always something missing.  Being somewhatintrospective, I'm trying to put my finger on it.  So Ifigured I'd just emotionally vomit onto OKCupid and see if it makessome sense.

 

I miss being in a partnership.  Having someone with which Ican be totally myself.  Not saying that I am NOT myself withmy friends, but we all know it's a different relationship betweenyour friends and a significant other. 

I miss all the little things.  Post-its on the bathroommirror.  Meals just for them. 

I miss the downtime on the couch, watching retarded TV. Giving footrubs.  Getting backrubs.

I miss being someone's rock, the one they can turn to forstrength, for sanity. 

I miss pushing someone to go after what they truly want, andbeing pushed.

I miss appreciation.  Acknowledgment.  Desire. Romance.

It's not about sex....