MAKING OUT

this one I may live to regret

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Does anybody make out anymore? I’m not talking about finances, I’m talking about losing your mind in the back seat of a car, or the front, trying to avoid the shift or the steering wheel and having at some point to stop. Oh god. How I loved that. But we did stop in those bygone days. It was tough. If I write it was hard, it might be misinterpreted. (I am going to lose subscribers with this one.)

Does everybody just get right to the point now? I hope not. That can be over so quickly.

Making out could go on forever. Remember those guys who were known as make-out artists back in the day? And maybe that was their only claim to fame? Are there still boys like that around? I certainly hope so. If they never rise again to great heights, they will always know they were the best at something.

I appear to be embarrassingly obsessed with sex for an 84 year old woman. Or is there just so much stuff written about it, how to get it, how to keep it alive in a long marriage, that it starts me thinking. I hope that’s it. These days, and please don’t shudder with embarrassment for me, but these days I am more interested in desire.

All I have to do is watch YOUTUBE videos of my favorite Rock& Rollers singing and moving their parts to whatever they’re singing. Oh no. I think I have written this before. I hope it was a long time ago. Oh my god. I am obsessed with sex. That’s obvious. Christ. What the fuck is wrong with me? Nothing.

We may get old, but It doesn’t.