The Sexless Love Interest

After writer's group, I had a long conversation with Ryan the crush. Truth be told, my crush was beginning to fade. A flame can only burn for so long when it is clear that the one you are ablaze for has absolutely no interest in you. I had to take a lesson from Aunty Maxine Waters and start to reclaim my time. There is no time wasted like time invested on a dude that doesn't return your feelings. We hadn't spoken in a while. But, after writer's group, we took a second to catch up. He got a new job. He's going to take a vacation to Miami before the summer is over. He also said that he is excited because that very day marked his tenth year of being abstinent.
Get the f*&k out of here! I wanted to scream. How could a man this hot and this smart and this old (he's 42) be walking around sexless?
Instantly, the crush rekindled at 1000%. It was a huge turn on to meet a man who, in this day and age, had some modicum of self control. I live in Atlanta, where, weekly, men make their rent rain in ones at one of the city's well-known strip joints. Dudes cheat. They have more than one girlfriend. Their lives seem to revolve around sex, indulging in their desires at every possible turn. And there I stood, next to a man, that made a serious decision, in his youth, to hold off on sex.
"I'm looking for love," he said honestly, nibbling on one of the homemade brownies brought to the group by Jabbering Janice, the one woman in group that can not stop talking.
Love me! I imagined myself screaming, jumping in his lap.
I told P about this when I got home. Of course, he had something rude to say about the whole thing.
"This guy is obviously gay," he said nonchalantly.
Ryan isn't gay. I like to believe that he is a sign sent to me from heavens that not every man is a fornication-obsessed dirt bag. Now, if I could only get him to sleep with me.
Lol...just kidding.

They Don't Dance Nomore

I talked to Robin Mercury last night!
This is big news because I don't get to talk to her too often. She lives in California and she is super busy but let me tell you, she is one of the best friends a girl can have! She knows how to do hair and she won't charge you to hook you up! She will party with you on Saturday and go to church with you on Sunday. I mean really, she is amazeballs. She is also an artist and a really good dancer, yet she told me during our convo that she is no longer drawing or dancing.
"What?!" I cried when she told me.
"I know, but I don't have time," she said, braiding some weave into her hair. We were using that Facebook chatty video thingy.
Robin's story is not unlike many of ours. Bills and obligations have made work a priority and all those eccentricities that made us cool girls have no place in our lives as women.
I can connect with this. When I was younger, I LOVED to read. I mean, I could finish the fattest book in the world in a day. I had all the series. I would thirst for literature. But now I have no time to read the way that I would like.
Is this a strictly female issue? I ask because I don't have time to read because I am working, but my brother works, a horrible overnight shift at that, and he still makes time to play his PS4, even if this means he only gets mere minutes of rest before he has to clock in again.
Is this what Aunty Maxine Waters was talking about when she said she was trying to reclaim her time? Is she making time to meditate in between debates and interviews on Capitol Hill?
Maybe I can get in a few pages of a book a night before I go to bed. Anything to refresh my inner girl.