OK, I admit it. Since I became single, there are times when I feel deprived--many, in fact. Days (or weeks or months) without sex just fuels my desire to touch, smell, taste something salty-to fill myself with...the crunch of PRETZELS!!! In the absence of sex, pretzels seem to fill a void.
I noticed during my dating adventures that often I'm climbing the walls in frustration. I'm a healthy red-blooded woman...why wouldn't I be craving um...pretzels? Frequently I find myself at Trader Joe's trying to decide between pretzel crisps and the short crunchy whole grain nuggets.
"You're just trying to fill a void," suggested an Internet guy-friend who is too far away to help with any other solutions. "DUH," my reply.
One friend suggested a vibrator. Another suggested if I can't find a man, I should consider settling for a woman. I suppose that may work for some. Me, I'm just a pretzel kind of gal.
So I made a deal with myself. On days when my cravings for unbridled passionate pretzels (in lieu of other things) overtakes me, I will indulge a bit (portion control!!!) and work an extra hour on the treadmill or kick boxing. Yeah, I may end up eating away at my knee cartilage, but when all is said and done, at least I won't get a social disease or pack on the pounds.