Well, it has officially been a year. This year may be a leap year but the last one was not. So, yup, that’s how long the “dry spell” has been and that means it is 366+ days.
This may have been the longest I have ever had a dry spell. I am not sure whether to think that is a good thing or a bad thing. If I have had such little time that it was less than a year between serious relationships, did I ever really truly ever learn or heal from the previous one before the next one became serious? Maybe, maybe not. There isn’t any way to know since that isn’t what happened.
Sometimes, I miss it but not always. Comes in waves and varies in intensity. I always seem to miss the basic comfort of the physical contact of affection and tenderness that comes with it though. Yes, it’s a girl thing. Yes, it drives boys nuts and makes them restless and impatient 9 times out of 10 but I miss cuddling. I miss holding hands. I miss bond, the connection that exists between two people when they care for each other like that.
Really, don’t care if it’s another 366 days. Ok, 367 since this is a leap year. But, I really hope I don’t have to go that long without there being someone I want to hug who wants to hug me back. Yesterday, I spent the day on the couch curled up, watching movies and doing some good cooking. Would have been nice to have someone else on the couch too.
