Here I sit, gazing out the window of my Upper Central West-ish Austin Apartment, wearing a jungle-print romper, sipping an ice-cold Bloody Mary. My hair is wild and blonde and curly, and I fancy myself a bit of a Texan Carrie Bradshaw today. I am thinking thoughtful thoughts about love and fashion, as I am wont to do, but there is something else pressing on my mind. What does a lady do when her dance card, as it were, has been empty for some time? Especially if the single gal in question is not particularly excited about screwing the first (or second, or third, or fourth) cute boy who comes by, in the interest of valuing quality over quantity, but seriously, stock is low at the moment? Does she lose her touch after a period of time?
I couldn't help but wonder: is riding a dick like riding a bike?
One presumes that people, throughout time and history, have been figuring out how to have sex without much prior instruction, so surely it can't be too serious if you at least knew how to screw at one time, but have taken a coitus hiatus. One presumes that one sees the apparatus in front of one, and one remembers, "Ah, yes! This is where I put my tongue/finger/hedgehog! It's all coming back to me now!"
Ladies of the world, I ask you: what's the longest you ever went without getting some tail--and did it affect your performance?