In high school I (unconsciously) took a Vow of Chastity and, subsequently, chanelled all my sexual energy into my AP classes, SAT preparation, Yearbook Executive Goddess duties, and sports (the kind for the seriously self-punishing and repressed, like, cross country. I meant business!) . It served me very well in high school (landed me at an Ivy League school) and kept me out of trouble. How I miss those carefree days!

However, when you're 31, a sexless life doesn't feel quite as carefree. While it's nice to be free of all those messy emotional entaglements (that inevitably cloud my judgement), it can be somewhat anxiety provoking when there really is no end date in sight (i.e., in high school I had the future fantasy equation of College = No Parents + Freedom + Sex).

If I start feeling too spinsterly I could always venture into that messy grey area (which I spent my entire 20's in), but (do I even have to say it)...casual sex has so many limitations (frequently lacking in quality, being one of them). Or I could patiently, exhaustively, puritanically (I'm writing in gerunds now) wait for The Right Situation or The One (though, I have to say, I really hate that expression). Sadly, this includes occasionally venturing into the excruciating world of dating. Which is all well and good if you have faith that your life will work out as planned, but this has never happened for me!!!

Just for today, I remain patiently (though a little hopelessly) chaste...(until further notice).