The other part of my doctor’s visit was asking about, well, let’s just come out and say it – the lack of testosterone in my diet.
I’ve come to a dramatic conclusion here. (drumroll please)
I am not a sex kitten.
The doc – not so helpful. Other than to say I’m not alone. Apparently the amount of sex drive you have is also hereditary. Oh, that will console the hubs. He should have interviewed my mom about this.
Well, women out there who have to remind yourself to press your buttons – unite!
I will never be found in Frederick’s seeking out the skimpiest. I often go to bed before it even occurs to me to put the pretty eyes on.
If there's another sister out there who knows who I feel, know that I’m all about the hugs, too.
Simply, I don’t think about sex. Recovering from abusive marriage doesn’t help and holding the hands of rape victims isn’t a turn on. But I enjoy volunteering and it’s healing.
Medical research is trying. And women line up to be participants of the tests. But then it gives them heart attacks. And I’m not willing to do that. Sorry – naked time ain’t worth dying for. Actually, I don’t think it’s the naked time. It’s just that the ooey and the gooey doesn’t appeal to me. Why doesn’t we tell that to kids when we’re trying to get them to wait? It’s gross kids!
Whoops – TMI…better get back on track.
The hubs is an understanding one. He knows he’s good looking. He likes me for me.
When I asked him if I could blog about my libido, he said “well honey, it’s your libido.”
Thus, there remains no ferocity in my meow.
But hey – there’s thousands of other animals that came across on the ark right?









