Of Pretzels and Sex

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 the ebb and flow of my dating adventures that there are times when circumstances (or lack of a partner) leaves me climbing the walls.   My old boyfriend, who was unavailable frequently, used to joke about it.  A few weeks without him, and I found myself at Trader Joe's trying to decide between pretzel crisps and the short crunchy whole grain nuggets.  I'm buying pretzels, I would chide him--my way of letting him know how much I missed him.  The crunch of a pretzel during our midnight phone call was my way of saying, "Get over here NOW!"

"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.