The hunt is on - in more ways than one

Photo by Marie Babey

Who said unemployment was relaxing? Unemployment is tiring. My God! The weather decides to get all hot and uncomfy when I am driving back and forth organising my life, and when I get home it is too hot to sleep. Too hot for anything.

The past couple days have been immensely busy and I finally have a moment to just sit down and relax - have a cupcake and a beer and let my body decompress. And in decompressing - throwing off the stresses of joblessness and strife - I have realised I am sex-starved and in need of a male companion. Nothing long term but a good rodgerin'. The only real and tangible prospect for this much needed sexual stimulation is away on business and then he sucks at it. My God - bad sex is still better than nothing, isn't it?

Earlier this week, while drinking a rum and coke in front of my now former boss - which is significant cause it was a weekday and had I still been employed with them, drinking anything harder than a grape juice would have been grounds for a "random" drug and alcohol test the next day, but I took great pleasure in sipping this wonderful concoction in front of them all while shaking my ass against another co-worker's pelvis. I mean what would they have done? Fired me? lol - I saw a dude whom I always thought was interested in me. He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me over to the corner to talk. I stood there with the liquor making me think dirty things, but all he wanted to do was talk. How quaint. He did not even end with "call me some time" or " will call you." What a buzzkill cause he is cute and my type - not one of those loud, annoying types. A quiet Tamale type.

So this leaves me with "bad sex Bob". And it's not even about the sex or bad sex as the case may be. It's about having a partner to offload on right now. To bring me a cupcake or listen to me rant or laugh with me when I make fun of myself and my life. I really need to work on this cause I have terrible headaches and back pains at the end of the day - symptoms of subconscious worrying. I am not worrying really - the outer me anyway is content and too busy to worry, but clearly my internal Tamale is a bit frazzled. I really would like some help with being distracted and entertained. Being alone in a time like this is not ideal.